Mr. Mail Man, not a fan
Mr. Mail Man
Just give me something I can stand
Mr. Mail Man, I give up coming around
You always putting me down
I give up, I hope you gone when I be coming down
Mr. Mail Man, not a fan
You ain't no man Mr. Mail Man

Ha!

All looked up to me
I don't understand
Paper in the wind
Kill the messenger
Doesn't make a sound
Vapor in my hand
I don't understand
Kind the messenger