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