Stop a sec, hey postman
Don't act crazy and give it to me
That if not I'll start to cry
There must be something today
Hey postman give it to me
I'm waiting for a letter from my pretty girlfriend
That left to Colonia a year ago
And send cash to survive
And here you see me, unable to sleep
Alone and j*rking off like a monkey
Don't act crazy and give it to me
That if not I'll start to cry
I know that she still loves me
And that she goes out with nobody
But there's a doubt that eats at me
If she doesn't write me it's 'cause she can't find a pen
Maybe her tongue dried up and no stamp
But in Colonia that's no obstacle
There's always porteños who'll lend you their spit
Don't act crazy and give it to me
That if not I'll start to cry
Maybe she's getting f*cked
By a donkey or some other animal
A hard kick to the head
And so recover from an amnesia attack
Postman, I want to ask you
Man to man and without lying
That if one day there's a strike in the mail
I'll throw you some bucks and you'll act as a scab
Don't act crazy and give it to me
That if not I'll start to cry
And I say, c'mon kid, c'mon kid
Otherwise you're gonna eat it folded
And I say, c'mon kid, c'mon kid
Some letter with a poem
Otherwise we're gonna give you a huge enema