Bo Cartero
El Cuarteto de Nos
Bo Mailman
Bo mailman please
Don't play dumb and give it to me
A letter, a postcard
Because if not, I'll start crying.
There must be something today
Bo mailman give it to me
I'm waiting for a letter from my lovely girlfriend
Who left a year ago to Colonia.
She promised to write
And send money to survive
And here I am unable to do anything
Alone and acting like a fool.
Bo mailman please
Don't play dumb and give it to me
A letter, a postcard
Because if not, I'll start crying.
I know she still loves me
And doesn't go out with any guy
But there's a doubt that eats away at me
If she doesn't write to me, it's because she can't find a pen.
Maybe her tongue dried up
And she couldn't stick any stamps
But in Colonia, that's not a problem
There are always people who will lend you some saliva.
Bo mailman please
Don't play dumb and give it to me
A letter, a postcard
Because if not, I'll start crying.
Maybe she's getting hit
By a donkey or some other animal
A strong kick to the head
And thus recovering from an amnesia attack.
Mailman, I want to ask you
Man to man and without lying
That if one day there's a strike at the Post Office
I'll throw you some cash and you act as a substitute.
Bo mailman please
Don't play dumb and give it to me
A letter, a postcard
Because if not, I'll start crying.
And I say, come on, man, come on, man.
Bo mailman
Come on, man, come on, man
Bo mailman.
Some certified mail
Or you'll have to eat it folded.
Some mail with a poem
Or we'll give you a terrible enema.
