Mailroom Blues
I sit here and watch the shoots
Envelopes rushing from them
Bills, letters, notes, notices
Day after day I break a little more
The mailroom in my dreams
Bills, letters, notes, notices
I am the only one in the mailroom
So no one else is to blame
Bills, letters, notes, notices
I smoke a cigarette
And see the flame
Bills, letters, notes, notices
The first one lit with ease
No cares in the world the burden was being lifted
Bills, letters, notes, notices
All I see is amber waves of joy
All I see are smoke signals of smiles in the sky
Finally no more mail
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