I tried to cook, like nice and
slow
Man, it was torture, you know,
Gave it up; called Tony’s
“Pizza To Go “.
Problems getting there in the
miserable snow,
When would they, like, start to
mow?
Took me an hour to reach
“Pizza To Go”.
Their oven was hot, like aglow.
Man, could have been from, you
know, down below,
Sent by the devil to “Pizza To
Go”
There was this chick, her hair
in a bow.
Movin’ round the place with a
real nice flow,
She worked the register at “Pizza
To Go”.
I thought “She’s got a body.
Could be a ho?”
Not likely though,
Sweating near the oven at “Pizza
To Go.”
The baker started by kneading
the dough,
Tossed the pie, made a real
show,
Said “5 minutes, you’ll have
your Pizza to Go”
I used a coupon, made the cost
really low.
Could not get a date with the
chick,
So, I went home to eat my Pizza To Go”.
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