CGCG
I`m a gonna wrap myself in paper, I`m a gonna dub myself with glue,
CFCGC
stick some stamps on top of my head, I`m a gonna mail myself to you.
CGCG
I`m a gonna tie me up in a little red string, I`m a gonna tie a blue ribbon, too,
CFCGC
climb up into my mailbox, I`m a gonna mail myself to you.
And then the postman comes and takes me out of the mailbox
and takes me downtown to the post-office.
And they put me on y big train in a big sack,
and then it gets to your city.
And they take the sack and they throw it off the train,
and they take me up to your post-office.
And your postman comes and takes me down the street to your house.
CGCG
When you find me in your mailbox, cut the string and let me out,
CFCGC
wash the glue off of my fingers, stick some bubble-gum in my mouth.
CGCG
Take me out of my wrapping paper, wash the stamps off of my head.
CFCGC
Pour me full of some ice-cram soda, stick me into a nice warm bed.
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