Song for the Mister

One, open it

Two, read it

Three, roll it in a ball

Four, throw it away

Five, forget about it

Six, light a cigarette

Seven, are you ready?

Eight, let's go

In my mailbox

There's a letter

Open it to see what's inside

In my mailbox

So many letters

Paper stacking up to the sky

What to do with it?

Let's roll it up

Roll it till we get so high

No jury duty

I ain't showing up

And the DMV could use one less in line

Let me daydream

Avoiding my responsibilities

Let me daydream

Once I'm done I'll get back up to speed

In my mailbox

There's a letter

Open it to see what's inside

In my mailbox

So funny letters

Telling me put my life on the line

What to do with it?

Let's burn it up

Burn it till we get so high

No active duty

I ain't showing up

I think the DMV just called me back in line

Let me daydream

Avoiding my responsibilities

Let me daydream

Once I'm done I'll get back up to speed

Let me daydream

One, open it

Two, read it

Three, roll it in a ball

Four, throw it away

Five, forget about it

Six, light a cigarette

Seven, are you ready?

Eight, let's go

One, open it

Are you ready? Let's go