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
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I'm sick of pepperoni, anchovies, mozzerella cheese
Having a job is a terrible disease (x4)
