Return to sender, return to sender…   I gave a letter to the postman;    He put it in his sack,   Bright and early next morning,    He brought my letter back.   She wrote upon it,   Return to sender, address unknown,   No such number, no such zone,   We had a quarrel, a lover’s spat,   I write I’m sorry,    But my letter keeps coming back.   So when I dropped it in my mailbox,   And sent it special D,   Bright and early next morning,    It came right back to me.    This time I’m gonna take it myself,   And put it right in her hand,   And if it comes back the very next day,   Then I’ll understand,   The writing on it, return to sender…