So my friends and I are very strange we were coming up with some of our favorite songs and what the lyrics would be if the song was written about pizza. Now I want to know what you guys can come up with. We came up with: Another Slice Coming (Another thing comings)- Judas Priest The Tosser (The Trooper)- Iron Maiden Super Pie (Rocket Man)- Elton John You can post some of your lyrics too And I think its going to be a long long time Till I have another pizza pie Its not like the kind I have at home Its a super pie! Yes I know this thread is rediculous
heh... did this a while back. Black Friday (Megadeth), adapted to the retail use of the term: buyer, purchaser, woman with a cart. the stores see her coming, even supermart. A sale thirsty woman who's stalking the malls. she grabs her merchandise and loads she hauls. sale thirsty woman, capitalist fiend, buying everything, not intervened her cart's a cold cage of blood-lethal steel. she grins while she takes of the things that we deal. Swinging the flyer, I lower the price, fifty percent off, it will not suffice. she unleashs her coupon with sadistic intent. grabbing, carrying, advertisement in her head. Yeah! The shoppers converge, for holidays and gifts. they mangle the aisles, till naught escapes the thrifts. An ad for remembering, gets stick in thier heads. they will buy anything, from chocolates to sleds. The inflow of cash now burned into my eyes. One more capitalistmas, we commercialize I seek to make profit, a corporal fiend. And, selling is my way of getting clean. we lurk on the TV, wait for the child. we have no remorse for parents they drive wild A merciless elf who lives at the north pole. I'm out to profit and I will always control (your wallet!) I see you, and I'm waiting, for Black Friday. seller, retailer, real enterpreneur. we see it all coming, stock as fast as we can. A sale thirsty demon who's stalking the stores. more money is mine and the debts are all yours I lurk in the office, break the red pen. Write down the profit, thank the cash god, amen Sale thirsty country, capitalist state It's out to purchase, at a low interest rate It's Black Friday, paint the profit on the wall. [8 times]
And, on a lighter note, I got bored with some Audioslave: In the here and the now I'll crouch down among the fast and the best With my head in the clouds I run, at my practice at the track This is for country and team and my family yearning for a gold This is for the many unknowns a second too slow All running at a sound of a gun Running at the sound of a gun 'til the finish Running at the sound of a gun Running at the sound of a gun From my bed in the hotel I'll wake, it's getting closer every day In this city the oval is a place to spend just twenty seconds of fame I could run free as a child I was fit and spry, no goals, just my mind Now I'm gone and running for gold but some will never start
What a dumb thread! That being said: I am in, dude! Here is mine: Tom Sausage? (Written by Neil Pepperoni, Anchovie Lifeson, and Geddy Cheese, with the help of PIE dubuois, of course... Canadian Bacon, Eh?) It has a real meaty bass line... Modern day entre, delivery'll fly, Today's new special: three meat pie... (I should be doing homework)
Ok. Im in for a verse. feel free to finish it....all apologies to Queen. ANOTHER ONE BITES THE CRUST Ooh, let's go Steve walks Hungrily down the street With the His belt pulled way down low Ain't no sound but the sound of his feet His stomache ready to go Are you ready, hey, are you ready for this can you barley fit in your seat Into the doorwayway the server says are you ready to eat? - yeah Another one bites the Crust Another one bites the Crust And another slice gone and another Slice gone Another one bites the Crust Hey, I'm gonna eat that too Another one bites the Crust Sorry thats all Ive got so far
A local punk band called "Hank Jones" have a song called Pizza Party: Some swearing, warning. Funny video, super nice guys too.
Picture yourself in parlor by a table, With empty stomach and hungry sighs Somebody calls you, you answer quite slowly, A girl with a magnificent pie. Crust piled high with everything, Towering over your head. Look for the girl with the sauce in her eyes, And she's gone. {REFRAIN} Pizza in the sky with pepperoni. Pizza in the sky with pepperoni. Pizza in the sky with pepperoni. Ah... Ah... {VERSE 2} Follow her down to a table by a fountain Where good fella people eat large pizza pies, The chef smiles as he makes dough with flour, He makes an incredible pie. Three toppings? Do you want more?, Well make it your way. Climb in the booth with your head in the clouds, And you're gone. {REFRAIN} Picture yourself stuffed to the gills, With so many slices from twelve different pies, Suddenly someone is there at your table., The girl with the check for your pies. {REFRAIN REPEATED AND FADED}
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