Why don't you write me I'm out in the jungle I'm hungry to hear you.
Send me a card, I am waiting so hard To be near you.
(La, la, la) Why don't you write?
Something is wrong And I know I got to be there. Maybe I'm lost, But I can't make the cost Of the airfare, ooh
Tell me why (Why) Tell me why (Why)
Why don't you write me, A letter would brighten My loneliest evening.
Mail it today If it's only to say That you're leaving me. (La, la, la)
Monday morning, sitting in the sun Hoping and wishing for the mail to come. Tuesday, never got a word, Hm Wednesday, Thursday, ain't no sign, Drank a half a bottle of iodine. Friday, woe is me Gonna hang my body from the highest tree. Why don't you write me? Why don't you write me? Why don't you write me? Why don't you write me? Why don't you write me? Why don't you write me? Why don't you write me?
Writer/s: PAUL SIMON
Publisher: Universal Music Publishing Group
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"It's the End of the World As We Know It (And I Feel Fine)" was inspired by a dream where Michael Stipe conjured up images of people with the initials L.B.: Lester Bangs, Leonid Breshnev, Lenny Bruce and Leonard Bernstein.