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