Brentalfloss - Paperboy With Lyrics Feat. The Konami Kode (NES - Main Theme) lyrics

What if Paperboy had lyrics? And what if I sang them accompanied by The Konami Kode, a bada** video game cover band? It'd sound like this! But first I'd have to, you know, ride over this little ravine, and throw a newspaper at a target for some reason And then at the very end, there's all these people in bleachers By "all these people", I mean, like, three people in bleachers But they're cheering for some reason I really don't know what the f** that's about, but Whatever, here we go Don't you know me? I'm your paperboy Throwing bundles of newspaper joy This neighborhood's a loony bin I'd rather throw the news in Compton If you live here, you're probably crazy Lock your dog up, stop that baby! I'm on duty, it's all about discipline Please don't strike me with that rolling pin I sometimes miss when I throw Sorry I broke your window Can't maneuver on a drainage ditch Cars don't stop here, they'll just hit a b**h Oh ho ho! Oh, well! I didn't realize you were gonna break it down like this, Konami Kode! Okay, okay! You know, I, I kind of appreciate it I don't have to write lyrics over breakdowns You guys are just adding CD time! Said a-tick, said a-tock Said a-tick, said a-tock A-ticky and a-tocky and a-tick tock tick Dude, John is tearing it the f' up on that ba**, man! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Also, yeah Mm-hmm Where you at, Paul? Mm-hmm! Oh, yeah! Great on the keys, I like that! Now, where's Nick? Oh, hell, man, I was right on time There's Nick Dude, Paperboy has never rocked like this This is exactly how that little 8-bit paperboy would have wanted it He's dead now Just kidding, maybe he's not I think he's, uh, alive in our hearts Oh boy, this is what happens when you let Brentalfloss just talk over a breakdown A man-fro Likes to tear it up on the drums Yeah! Can't stop riding, it's just what I do My bike pedals are glazed with superglue I'm on my bike, perpetually I lay in bed, bike lays with me On this side street, rules are strict and tight New subscribers, paint your house white I have nightmares, shaking at the wheel Then I wake up and do it for real Now faulty aim may occur, sorry I threw the paper at a car and k**ed your father Now it's Sunday, I am done, I'm out f** these nutbags, f** this paper route I'm gonna get a job at Walmart