Paperboy

Paperboy, Paperboy
Paperboy—riding alone
Slowly going away from home
Throw the paper near the door
A 25 cent tip or maybe more
And at the end of the month, collection time.
Maybe enough to buy a car
Pockets bulging with those one dollar bills
But what he can keep, won’t go far, paperboy, paperboy
Paperboy—steering with his feet
Protecting himself from those dogs in the street
Paperboy, peddle fast for me.
And at the end of the month, collection time
Why do the dogs answer the door?
They heard you coming, a chance for more, paperboy, paperboy
Paperboy—tears in his eyes
Paper ink on his hands, disguise them
Quarter tip shining silver on a tiny black hand
And at the end of the month, collection time
Why can’t they all be home at once?
Go to a door—empty knocking sound
No one’s ever home when I come around, paper boy, paper boy
Paperboy—riding alone
Slowly going away from home
Throw the paper near the door—
(spoken) A thousand dollars if I do it right.
Maybe a millionaire will see I’ve thrown his paper right near his front porch…
He’ll step down and say, “Here son, here’s a check for a million dollars. Go buy yourself a car, a home, some Cracker Jacks… "
Paperboy, paperboy, paperboy