Every day, without fail I deliver the mail to each doorstep I think that I'll lose my mind If I have to climb just one more step Between the snow and the sleet I'm inclined to keep losin' my patience Oh, Lord, my feet sure hurt I believe I deserve a vacation
Wish I could mail myself to Mexico Where sunshine and margaritas flow An' all the pretty senoritas go to dance barefoot in the sand Sometimes, I'm tempted just take the chance Find me a box an' lots of postage stamps Top it off with a big red bow An' mail myself to Mexico
You know, it's easy to see How a man like me could go postal I need a latitude Where the attitude's kinda coastal Oh, but here I am Workin' for Uncle Sam like a puppet I should be spendin' my days Wastin' away just like Buffet
Wish I could mail myself to Mexico Where sunshine and margaritas flow An' all the pretty senoritas go to dance barefoot in the sand Sometimes, I'm tempted just take the chance Find me a box an' lots of postage stamps Top it off with a big red bow An' mail myself to Mexico
Sometimes, I'm tempted just take the chance Find me a box an' lots of postage stamps Top it off with a big red bow An' mail myself to Mexico
Compositores: Wayne Clark Larry, Leslie Lee Jr Jewell ECAD: Obra #6329715