מילים לשיר Paperboys – שי נובלמן

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.