Mailman - Count Five

I’m a mailman, alright

I’ve got love letters in my pocket

I’m your friendly sock-it-to-you

Yeah, mailman

Well when I ring your chimes

You better let me in

‘Cause I’ve got a package of love

Like you’ve never seen

I’m what you’re lookin' for

So open up your door

‘Cause I’m a, doot doo, mailman

I’ve got love letters in my pocket

I’m your friendly sock-it-to-you

Mailman, alright

Well I’ve got a special delivery

To you, a-from me

So I came by after I was

Gone to see your needs

And when you hear me ring

You’ll know I’m here to do my thing

‘Cause I’m your mailman

Mailman is my name

And post office is my game

Wind, rain, sleet or snow

I’ll get through, I’m hoping on you

Thunder, lightning, blizzard or ‘quake

I’ll get through, through to you

So tie up the dog ‘cause here I come!

I’m a mailman

I’m a mailman, alright

I’ve got love letters in my pocket

I’m your friendly sock-it-to-you

Mailman

Well I’m knocking at your door

‘Cause there’s some postage due

You’ll know it’s the real thing

When I put my stamp on you

Ain’t no gettin' away

You know that you have got to pay

‘Cause I’m a, yeah, I’m a mailman

Baby I’m a mailman, alright

A U.S. mailman

Yes I’m a mailman

I’ll get through to you

I’m a mailman

I’ll whoop it on you

I’m a mailman

Alright