P.S. I Love You Johnny Mercer, The Hilltoppers (#4 in 1953)

    What is there to write, what is there to say? / Same things happen ev'ry 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;
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,