We ain't going to the party We ain't going to the game We ain't going to the disco Ain't gonna cruise down main
We're stealing people's mail stealing people's mail stealing people's mail On a friday night
Drivin' in the mountains Winding 'round and 'round Rummage thru your mailboxes Take your mail back to town
And we got license plates, wedding gifts, tax returns Checks to politicians from real estate firms Money, bills and cancelled checks Pretty funny pictures of your kids
We're gonna steal your mail On a Friday night We're gonna steal your mail By the pale moonlight
We got grocery sackful after grocery sackful After grocery sackful after grocery sackful After grocery sackful after grocery sackful Of the private lives of you Ha Ha
People say that we're crazy We're sick and all alone But when we read your letters We're rolling on the floor
We got more license plates, wedding gifts, tax returns Checks to politicians from real estate firms Money, bills and cancelled checks We cut relationships with your friends
We're gonna steal your mail On a Friday night We're gonna steal your mail By the pale moonlight
We better not get caught We'll be dumped in institutions Where we'll be drugged and shocked 'Til we come out born-again Christians