Boy meets girl, gives him erroneous contact information; he doesn't get it. Nice postman assists with his learning curve.
(c)2008 by K. Miller and G. Anspach
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Effing St.
© 2008 by K. Miller and G. Anspach
I met her in a bar where people go to meet.
She nearly knocked me off my feet.
She was there with her girlfriend on Halloween night.
I said that her costume looked tight.
The music was load, but it had a nice beat
When she told me she lived on Effing St.
Effing St., Effing St. She said she lived at six nine Effing St. :ll
But the postman said there is no Effing St.
When he brought your letter back.
He persisted in giving me his point of view:
“There’s more than the address that you lack.”
She gave me her number, but I can’t recall
I might have left it on the bathroom wall.
But wait, there’s her number right there on my arm.
I think I’ll just give her a call.
It doesn’t work, It doesn’t work, it doesn’t, no, it doesn’t work, it doesn’t work.
It doesn’t work, it doesn’t work, it doesn’t, no, it doesn’t work, it doesn’t work. Hey!
It doesn’t work, it doesn’t work, it doesn’t, no, it doesn’t work, it doesn’t work.
It doesn’t work, it doesn’t work, it doesn’t, no, it doesn’t work, it doesn’t work.
Please Mr. Postman, you’ve got to put this through
There’s nothing else left for me to do
The number she gave me, it won’t even work
It’s not nice of you to call me a jerk.
He asked what you get when the d leaves a card.
I told him you are left with a car.
He asked what you get when you take the s out of post.
I told him you are left with pot
He then asked what’s left when you take the f out of street.
I said there is no f in street.
F in street, f in street, why is there no f in street.
Effing St., Effing St. She said she lived at six nine Effing St. :ll
Effing St., Effing St. Why is there no Effing St.?
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