| ← | The Bloodhoundgang | → |
| A | E | A | E | A | E | A | H |
| Knock, knock Mr. R | ogers, | it's Mr. McFee | lie, | I've brought you a l | etter | - speedy delive | ry |
| Well Mr. McFeelie, if there’s postage due, You can go fuck yourself like captain Kangaroo |
| A | H | c# | E | |
| I can go to l | and of make beli | eve and I can pret | end |
| A | H | E | H | |
| But in the e | nd I still have no fr | iends |
| A | E | |
| Do, do, do... |
| Mr. Rogers, I like your cardigan sweater, Mr. McFeelie, shut up and give me my letter |
| I don't want to talk to you, don't you understand? Why are you inside my house, you're just my fuckin' mailman? |
Ref. (2x)
| A | E | D |
| You are my best friend t | oo, I share the same v | iews and hardly ever argue |
| A | E | D | H | |
| Eat Spam from the c | an, watch late night C-Sp | an, and rock out to o | ld school Duran Dur | an |
| Your best friend is you, I'm my best friend too, I share the same views and hardly ever argue |
| Eat Spam from the can, watch late night C-Span, and rock out to old school Duran Duran |