Paperboys
Running around with a pistol in hand ; Searching his way for tomorrow all over the town ; Its Charlie Brown, he is cracking down ; Sweating so badly, working so hard ; Here is paperboy driving, he’s driving around ; It feels so strange  so many shadows are staring at him ; And all the reflections in his mind saying “boy come on home” ; There is a place, where paperboys goin’ holiday ; There is a place, there is a place ; Hey Mr. Bungalow Bill, have you heard the news, well, she’s crazy about me ; It’s so surreal  she wants a baby from me ; Check out the paper, were going to drawn ; War is coming your way, go underground ; Don’t give up  one day you’ll find an answer ; And all the questions in his mind saying “boy come on home, come on home” ; There is a place, where paperboys go holiday ; There is a place, there is a place; 