Pizza Day Lyrics by Aquabats, The

Pizza Day Lyrics

    Well i remember my first day at public school
    I was very scared of getting pummeled
    And sure enough i did at first recess
    I got pegged in the head by a big red ball
    It stung and my head hung
    Back to class with a bloody nose
    And soon it was lunchtime

    Mom said i should ask about how poor kids can get fed
    So i got a book of tickets and a schedule and it read:
    Monday - hot dog, tuesday - taco
    Wednesday - hamburgers and chocolate milk
    Thursday - sloppy joes and burritos in a bag
    Friday was pizza day, the best day of the week
    All the kids would line up super early just to eat

    Monday - hot dog, tuesday - taco
    Wednesday - hamburgers and chocolate milk
    Thursday - sloppy joes and burritos in a bag
    Friday was pizza day, the best day of the week
    It always came with salad and a side of cold green beans

    Hooray for pizza day
    Hooray for pizza day
    I miss pizza day
    The best day of the week

    Well, i remember my first day in jr. high
    I had hairspray in my hair
    And my pants were way too tight
    And all the breakers and new wavers
    And the rockers and the preps
    Would all be in their places
    On the front lawn or the steps
    I hung out with some punker kids
    Who used to make me laugh
    I got thrown in the dumpster
    By some rich kids near the café

    As time went on we figured out
    It was totally uncool
    To eat the welfare lunch
    Provided by the school
    So in poser-punker fashion
    We just mooched off all the kids
    And lived off eating candy bars
    And bags of nacho chips

    Monday - hot dog, tuesday - taco
    Wednesday - hamburgers and chocolate milk
    Thursday - sloppy joes and burritos in a bag
    Friday was pizza day, the best day of the week
    It always came with salad and a side of cold green beans

    Hooray for pizza day
    Hooray for pizza day
    I miss pizza day
    The best day of the week

    Well now i'm out of school
    And i don't have a job
    (you're a slob!)
    I just sit around all sweaty and lethargic
    And i'm just thinking ¡®bout where it all went wrong
    Why i can't concentrate
    On anything but reruns
    I wish i had some more stability
    I wish i had somebody making lunch for me
    I guess i miss the seventh grades in life
    The thought of pizza day
    I thought it was stupid then
    But i wish i had it now
    I miss my

    Monday - hot dog, tuesday - taco
    Wednesday - hamburgers and chocolate milk
    Thursday - sloppy joes and burritos in a bag
    Friday was pizza day, the best day of the week
    It always came with salad and a side of cold green beans

    Hooray for pizza day
    Hooray for pizza day
    I miss pizza day
    The best day of the week!

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