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Tekst piosenki

P-I-Z-Z-A-P-AR-T-Y

If you got a blunt then we can get high

If you wanna come then pick up the phone

Don't get caught with a wack calzone [x2]


Hey yo Tony where'd you get that fresh pepperoni

Your toppings are ill but your cheese is hole-y

Only order one slice when you're feeling lonely

Cos the sausage tastes like stale bologna

Still better than nothin', you're feelin' alright

You know my girl eats her pizza with a diet sprite

Order garlic knots, and she'll stay the night


Getting crazy with the spinach when my pie is white

In France they eat pizza like 'oh mon dieu

C'est la plus belle pizza que j'ai jamais vu

Le fromage est frais, c'est vraiment mieux

Que le dernier film de Gérard Depardieu


Yo fuck that I don't eat my pizza with brie

Or escargot

Or duck confit

A hot slice in my hands, no cutlery

At the P-I-Z-Z-A party


P-I-Z-Z-A-P-AR-T-Y

If you got a blunt then we can get high

If you wanna come then pick up the phone

Don't get caught with a wack calzone [2x]


Man if you don’t know by now, don't bother to question

Cos I'm too damn stoned and I lost my direction

Wait a minute [what up]

I got a make a correction

I'm at the pizza party, and I'm eatin' hearty

“It could be mighty meaty or with havarti

Man I don’t want no ziti or chicken parm

I'm-a heat up this slice like Don Giovanni

Cold pizza in the morning never did no harm

For that hangover son, it works like a charm

So if it ain't in a box, it ain't on my table

I can say it in German as best as I'm able

“Lass uns gemütlich zusammen sitzen”

Let's get together for some good pizza eatin'

And you can leave your wallet cos I am treatin'

But B-Y-O-B, cos man, I ain't treatin'


At the P-I-Z-Z-A-P-AR-T-Y

If you got a blunt then we can get high

If you wanna come then pick up the phone

Don't get caught with a wack calzone [2x]


Now here is a story that must be told

About two hot pizzas that got mad cold

Cos I don't eat Foges, I won't touch Elio's

Wacker than a girl who says 'what the dealio'

It's not delivery, it's L'Homme Run

So don't touch my plate 'til I'm done

I move oregano by the ton

Cos you know the factory is number one

Now the year’s ’94 and my trunk is closed

In my rearview mirror, motherfucking Domino’s

I’m just drivin’, within the legal limit

Pizza boy gotta move two pies in twenty minutes

I try to pull over, but not in time

I get hit from the back, but I’m still fine

Pizza boy was bleedin’ – shard of glass in his head

I straight jacked his pizzas and left him for dead

--clatter, voices--

[What….whaaaaat]

How'm I supposed to cut with this plastic cutlery

Pizza supreme and you know I got the dream

Like the breadsticks and the way you lick your lips

When I say consumption now I don't want to eat later

When I say destruction now I don't want no peace, hater

Madame ?

I want to wrap you up in, carnal embrace

Let's face the fact, it's true, I've got no romantic garden

Call me rather render cinderblock shit how hard

And then compassion how

I work for passion now

Today you know my face but tomorrow I'll displace

Into a more socially accepted workplace

Color sublimation, let Freud take vacation

And then bring him back, smokin' fat Haitians

Sit him on my couch, prop him so he don't slouch

Alienated man, stand don't crouch

And then ask 'biiitch, why the fuuuck

Are you such a pessimist'

That's the real opiate

--rewind--

P-I-Z-Z-A-P-AR-T-Y

If you got a blunt then we can get high

If you wanna come then pick up the phone

Don't get caught with a wack calzone [3x] 

Tłumaczenie