: Mr. Brett, please put down your gun! Mr. Brett, please put down your gun! Ah man, uh... we were just kiddin?, dude Ah look, he?s comin? in here!
his home ?Ah-choo, excuse me? Please Mr. Gravedigger, don?t feel ashamed As you dig little holes for the dead and the maimed Please Mr. Gravedigger, I
I am just missin' you again Please, mister please, don't play B-17 It was our song, it was his song, but it's over Please, mister please, if you know
Mr. Brett, please put down your gun! Mr. Brett, please put down your gun! Ah man, uh... we were just kiddin', dude Ah look, he's comin' in here! Oh shit
reverse psychology That's easier said, easier than done Please don't dare tell her what I've become Please don't mention all the attention I have drawn Please
, wait just a minute Mr. Postman Wait! Wait Mr. Postman Mr. Postman, look and see (Oh yeah) If there's a letter in your bag for me (Please, please Mr
yes, wait a minute Mr. Postman (Wait) Wait Mr. Postman Please Mr. Postman look and see (Oh yeah) If there's a letter in your bag for me (Please, please, Mr
graves He hates the reverend vicar and he lives all alone in his home Ah-choo ! excuse me Please mr. gravedigger, don't feel ashamed Please mr. gravedigger
she's returnin' home to me (Please Mister Postman) Please Mister Postman, look and see (Oh yeah) Is there a letter in your bag for me (Please, Please
Hello Mr. D.J. wont you play a song for me` The girl I love just said good-by and I'm blue as I can be Oh please Mr. D.J. play that song I heard you play
to see they all do please Mister Sun! Babble to her Mister Brook, kiss her for me Miss Raindrops And watch to see they all do please Mister
minute Mister Postman (Wait) Wait Mister Postman Please Mister Postman, look and see (Oh yeah) If there's a letter in your bag for me (Please, Please
you passed me by See the tear standing in my eye You didn't stop to make me feel better By leaving me a card or a letter Please Mr. Postman, look and
Mr. Brett, please put down your gun! Mr. Brett, please put down your gun! Ah man, uh... we were just kiddin?, dude Ah look, he?s comin? in here! Oh
I am just missing you again Please, Mr., please, don't play B-17 It was our song, it was his song, but it's over Please, Mr., please, if you know what
favor That I could Think of so Choeurs: Please mr jailer, won't you let this jailbird free (Please mr jailer) won't you let my man go free Choeurs: Please mr
in his home ?Ah-choo, excuse me? Please Mr. Gravedigger, don?t feel ashamed As you dig little holes for the dead and the maimed Please Mr. Gravedigger