Paperboy - Bruce Hornsby

Let’s all keep our voices low, here’s a story you don’t know

As good as anything we can’t watch on HBO

Before you say it’s all bunk or throw it out as so much junk

Listen what this guy’s been hiding in his trunk

He’s looking for me, he’s looking for you

He’ll cut off your feet just to take your shoes

There was that little girl, pink ribbon, auburn curls

Who ended up as cargo and then taken for a whirl

He must’ve given her a whack, pre-teen surprise attack

She ended up between the guys' spare tire and his jack

He’s looking for me, he’s looking for you

He’ll cut off your feet just to take your shoes

He’s looking for me, he’s looking for you

Believe you me, every word is true

In his kitchen there’s a corpse, made a meal of his divorce

Eats a different body part for every different course

In his basement there’s a crypt, it’s so well, well equipped

He’s seen so many ghoulish things they now seem nondescript

He’s looking for me, he’s looking for you

Another peep and we’ll be through

He’s looking for me, he’s looking for you

He’ll cut off your feet just to take your shoes