Lyrics:

What Is There To Write What Is There To Say
same Things Happen Everyday, Not A Thing To Write, Not A Thing To Say,
so I Take My Pen In Hand And Start The Same Old Way.

dear, I Thought I'd Drop A Line, The Weather's Cool, The Folks Are Fine,
i'm In Bed Each Night At Nine, P. S. I Love You.
yesterday We Had Some Rain, But All In All, I Can't Complain,
was It Dusty On The Train, P. S. I Love You.
write To The Browns Just As Soon As You're Able,
they Came Around To Call, And I Burned A Hole In The Dining Room Table,
and Let Me See, I Guess That's All.
nothing Else For Me To Say, And So I'll Close But By The Way,
everybody's Thinking Of You, P. S. I Love You.
i Do My Best To Obey All Your Wishes, I Put A Sign Up 'think'
but I Gotta Buy Us A New Set Of Dishes, Or Wash The Ones That Are Piled In The Sink.
nothing Else To Tell You Dear, Except Each Day Seems Like A Year,
every Night I'm Dreaming Of You, P. S. I Love You.