Bruce Hornsby Paperboy lyrics

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