Whooooa!
Amy Moore blew her top,
Stole a car, shot a cop,
Sped away 2000 miles,
Didn’t stop until she hit New Orleans.
But that’s alright.
There’s just one thing
Her wedding ring or anything
She left behind (she left behind),
Forgot to pack (forgot to pack).
How the hell is she gonna get it back?
Paperface!
Paperface!

I never heard of paperface
Till I moves to the west coast
Where I found that to be smooth
I had to wear a paperface.
But that’s alright.
There’s just one thing.
How am I supposed to sing
With this thing in my way,
With this thing
In my face?
Paperface!
Paperface!
Paperface!

Only hope to see,
See what’s underneath.
Only hope to be
The me that’s underneath.

Amy Moore…

Paperface, paperface! Paperface, paperface!
Paper-paper-face!

Hup, hup, go, go, go…