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