Текст песни Pizza Boy

When I turned 16, I needed a job So to the pizza joint, I drove with my mom The manager was there and his name was Tim I got my first job application from him Chorus I dreamt of pepperoni, anchovies, mozzerella cheese Put it in the oven at 400 degrees (x2) I waited by the phone for the next five days Time didn't move any faster this way Finally it rang, on the other end was Tim I got my first real job from him He said here you go son, here's your uniform I started to gasp and my cheeks got warm He said here you go son, see at you five Finally everything was right in my life Chorus Order after order, day after day All the pepperoni looked the same Oven mits weren't as warm as before I didn't want to have this job anymore I told Tim the news, he seemed depressed I took the pizza parlor's pin off my chest Tim was nearly crying, his eyes were very red He asked me why I quit so I looked at him and said Chorus 2 I'm sick of pepperoni, anchovies, mozzerella cheese Having a job is a terrible disease (x4)