Mailman's letter brought misery to my head

Brought misery to my head

I got a letter this morning

My pigmeat mama was dead

I jumped this fast mail rattler

Almost went a-flyin'

I jumped this fast mail rattler

And I almost went a-flyin'

Hurry engineerman for my pigmeat mama is dyin'

Go to the telephone and I pull the receiver down

Go to the telephone pull the receiver down

Hello Central won't you please ring Doctor Brown

Central what's the matter now

Central what's the matter now

I rang so hard can't get no doctor no how

Oh doctor doctor what shall a good man do

Oh doctor doctor what shall a good man do

Says Your girl ain't dyin'

But she's done gone dead on you