Return to Sender sing and play along

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 then I dropped it in the mailbox

and sent it Special

D. Bright and early next morning

it came right back to me.

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.

zone. 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,

address unknown.

No such number,

no such zone.

Return to sender,

address unknown.

No such number,

no such zone.

zone.