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 old 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
But everything's changed now
and 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 up in an elaborate scam
With too many subplots to count on his hands