[Intro: piano montuno, timbales roll, horns blast] Wepa! [Verse 1: male sonero, warm and sly] Behind the Hernandez Market where the Cuban bread comes out There's a card table on a milk crate and an old man with a shout Tito in his guayabera, shuffling bones like rain on tin Twelve fifteen, the mail truck brakes, and here comes Reggie with a grin [Verse 2] Reggie's got the postal shorts, the safari hat, the knees Says, Tito, you old crook, and Tito says, sit down, por favor, please Nineteen years of lunch hour, and the mail is always late 'Cause Reggie's got a double six, and the double six won't wait [Coro: call and response] Double six! (Slam it on the table!) Double six! (Rattle the cafecitos!) Nineteen years and nobody's keeping score (But everybody's keeping score!) Double six! (Slam it on the table!) Double six! (Mail can wait, sit down!) Capicua, ay, capicua Lunch is over, one more round [Mambo: horn section, timbales] [Verse 3: horns drop out, bass and piano] Then the post office gave him a plaque, a sheet cake, and a flag Reggie's moving to Ocala with the grandkids and one duffel bag The new kid on the route has earbuds and he never stops the van And Tito shuffles by himself and plays both sides with one hand [Verse 4: band builds back] Two weeks of that is plenty, so he folds the table flat Puts the bones in a cigar box and the box beside his hat Two hours up I-75 with the windows rolling down Knocks on Reggie's daughter's door and says, you owe me one more round [Coro: call and response] Double six! (Slam it on the table!) Double six! (Rattle the cafecitos!) Nineteen years and nobody's keeping score (But everybody's keeping score!) Double six! (Slam it on the table!) Double six! (Mail can wait, sit down!) Capicua, ay, capicua Lunch is over, one more round [Soneo: lead improvises over the coro] (Double six!) Tito never said he missed him, Tito drove up there instead (Double six!) Reggie laughing on the porch in his slippers, shaking his head (Double six!) Ocala, Ocala, Tampa came to play (Double six!) Set the table, Reggie, the mail can wait today (Double six!) Twenty years next August, who is keeping score? (Double six!) Everybody, everybody, one round more [Outro: horns, final hit] Wepa!
