O Carteiro

Early morning, he’s on his way
Always in the same rhythm
And off he goes from box to box
Dropping off the mail
For some, it’s joy
For others, it’s sorrow
The mailman’s not to blame
It’s just his job

Here comes the mailman
From nine to ten
The neighbor next door
In her robe, all wrapped up
Tiptoed to the window
On her tippy toes
And then she shouted
Got a letter for me?
And the mailman, who stutters
Pauses for a bit
And answers her like this
No, no, no, no, no
No, no, I got nothing
Just, just, just, just, just
Just the package
From your maid

And Mr. Roque is in despair
For the coin that never comes
He’s feeling sadly
How much he misses that dime
For some, it’s joy
For others, it’s sorrow
The mailman’s not to blame
It’s just his job

Here comes the mailman

When the mailman is late
The protests rise in chorus
The girls are anxious
For news about their dates
For some, it’s joy
For others, it’s sorrow
The mailman’s not to blame
It’s just his job

Here comes the mailman