Текст: Dickies. Fan Mail.

Dear sir's, to whom this may concern, there?s facts I'd like to learn
So many things I wanna know, especially trivial info
Paraphernalia, badges and regalia, please send me everything
'Cuz I am interested in you and every thing you do

I find myself at all your shows
Could you tell me, where you buy your clothes?
Could you sign my little sisters face?
Put your signature any place and please send me a bio

'Cuz, we?ve got fan mail, we really, really read it
Fan mail, we really, really need it

I sent you my letter, now, I want a reply
You don?t know any better than
You won't take your time with my
Fan Mail

So, I would like to know, just if and when
You?ll be in town again, so that I could meet with you
And brag at my friends at school, have you been all around the world?
Have you seen every kind of girl? Or are you from the other side?

'Cause you, you can't believe everything that you read
With the hypocrisy and the greed, the papers
All the things that they say, they don't tell me anything, anyway
That's why I've gotta get it straight from you
Concerning your situation, without an obligation

My Fan Mail, oohs and aahs
What's this? I find to my surprise, those bands that I idolized
No longer seem to exist, now tell, what can be the cause of this?
Perhaps, it could be their egos, I tell you, heaven only knows
I didn't even get a newsletter

Fan Mail, send it out to me
Fan Mail, special delivery