Songtext
And so, from the ashes of this golden age of confusion
The denim recruits came to be known as the Apocalypse dudes
(Oh-o-o-o-o-o-o-o)
(Oh-o-o-o-o-o-o-o)
So you think you had an Opera?
Well not like this
So you think you had a Napoli?
Well not like this
So you think you had a decent pizza?
Well not like this
So you think you had a real good pizza?
Well not like this
You got nothing to lose, Pamparius
Gonna wear them happy jeans tonight
You got nothing to lose, Pamparius
Gonna bake a motherfucking pizza tonight
Alright!
(Oh-o-o-o-o-o-o-o)
(Oh-o-o-o-o-o-o-o)
So you think you had a pepperoni?
Well not like this
So you think you had a calzone?
Well not like this
So you thought you could make your own?
Well not like this
So you thought you could take it home?
Well not like this
You got nothing to lose, Pamparius
Gonna wear them happy shoes tonight
You got nothing to lose, Pamparius
Gonna bake your motherfucking pizza tonight
Motherfucking pizza tonight
Claps like twelve!
Apocalypse dudes got nothing to lose
Gonna stomp some teenage ass tonight
Apocalypse dudes got nothing to lose
Gonna bake some motherfucking magic tonight
Tonight
Tonight!
Well alright
(Oh-o-o-o-o-o-o-o)
(Oh-o-o-o-o-o-o-o)
(Oh-o-o-o-o-o-o-o)
(Oh-o-o-o-o-o-o-o)
Well alright
Tonight!
A motherfucking pizza, yeah!
