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Cold Pizza Song

The 'Cold Pizza' Back Story...

This brings back memories of a ‘dos house’, ‘crash pad’ … guys who’ve moved out of home and are sharing a house with their mates.
They survive on take-aways ... especially Pizza.
This song paints the perfect picture!
      

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Cold Pizza Lyrics

Chorus

Cold pizza, give me that pepperoni
Cold pizza, no wonder the boy is lonely
Cold pizza, straight outta the ‘frigerator
Cold pizza, wakin’ up everyday for cold pizza

Verse 1

Cold, cold, cold, it’s a turn off I’m told
Cold, cold, cold, the girls won’t dance with me
I Smell like anchovy, can’t get no L U V

Short Chorus

Cold pizza, give me that pepperoni
Cold pizza, no wonder the boy is lonely
Cold pizza, straight out of the refrigerator
Mmm cold pizza

Verse 2

Cold, cold, cold, it’s like chewin’ on a rubber sole
Cold, cold, cold, the bad, bad breath of me
It’ll be the death of me, blame it on Italy
Cold pizza

Middle 8

Someday I’m gonna go break this habit
Find a new take-away gonna grab it
I found me the one, it’s a secret don’t blab it
It’s got cheese, it’s got a crust
And they call it Welsh Rarebit umm umm Welsh Rabbit
What’s it taste like

Short Chorus 

Cold pizza, give me that pepperoni
One more thing

Verse 3

Cold, cold, cold, even when it’s mouldy and old
Cold, cold, cold, I found me a Tutankhamun
Behind the sofa arm
It must ‘ave been embalmed 

Chorus

Rap

I’m fussy don’t trust me
The base it’s bit crusty
It just means my taste buds are rusty
Don’t curse me
I’m lusty for cheeses and greasy salami
I’m eating my pizza cold
Yeah yeah yeah
Who doesn’t like cold pizza
Umm Umm

Out take - this part verse was never used

Woke up my head it hurt
The milks turned into yogurt
My pizzas growing fur

-- Silly Verse Poem --

There’s fur on your tongue
Nicotine in your lung
Beer bottles all over the place
As your opening up the fridge door
Your mates are passed out
Asleep on the couch
Hallelujah, angels sing to ya
Heaven is there in a box
What could this religious experience be
That smells like your old footy socks

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