A Note from You - Andrew Gold

Ev’ry day the mailman comes

And he gives me notes to read

Like notices that say, «Dear Sir,

«Your payment’s not received.»

I’m sick and tired of havin'

The kind of mail I do

All I need is my monthly check

And a note from you

The street is long and winding

And my door is hard to find

The dogs around are small and dumb

And their attitude’s unkind

Still there ain’t no reason

To be treated like a fool

All I need is my monthly check

And a note from you

But I can see no reason

For the things you do to me

When you call collect, you know I pay the charges

That pay the phone man’s fee

Still I get no letters

That could bring joy to me

And there’s no address

And I must confess

I’m blue

Here comes the mailman again

And he’s givin' out notes for free

Ah come on now

Hey, Mister Mailman, give me a look

Is there anything for me?

Still there ain’t no reason

To be treated like a fool

All I need is my monthly check

And a note from you

Still there ain’t no reason

To be treated like a fool

All I need is my monthly check

And a note from you

All I need is my monthly check

And a note from you