Lyrics:

What is there to write?
What is there to say?
Same things happening every day
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
And 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
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 love you
I love you