Here's Hopin
Here's hopin' the food don't get
Cold and the phone don't ring
That thing has a habit of suddenly
Changing things
Last time they called they were looking for you
They're calling again
What am I gonna do?
Sometimes that ol' mailman
He carries a bag of tricks
He once left me something
That sure left me in a fix
That letter said lots of things
That weren't true
Everything's changed now
But what can I do?
Just like an old movie-star
Jumps at a telegram
The second he gets it
His brain hears those
Jail doors slam
He'll get caught in an
Elaborate scam with too many
Subplots to count on his
Hands
