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



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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



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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)