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Pizza Tower: The Musical

 

Pizza Tower: The Musical


Peppino spaghetti!
The pizza-making pro!
Each batch made from scratch
All-natural and primo!

He wants it! He kneads it!
He's rolling in the dough!
The lord of oregano!

Peppino spaghetti
Makes pizza pies with ease!
Flossing his sauce
And tossing tomatoes!

His love of the oven!
The cutting of the cheese!
The blight of a great big sneeze!

He's a panini genie! Sales that he spent
Increased his yeast at least by sixty percent!
And if your order's short or thwarted
By a poor delivery...

Then he'll bake you a replacement
Per his guarantee!

Peppino spaghetti
The pepperoni prince!
Flies in his pies
Supply extra protein!

He's high-strung on hygiene
And loathes a listless rinse
His high standards stand alone!

No one knows cannoli better than he!
Great with gorgonzola, gouda, and brie!
Garlic knots are not so tricky
And breadstick stock skyrockets quickly!
Could you do what he does with his dough?
No!

His shredded cheddar's better straight from the brick
And his gourmet alfredo comes with a kick!
He'll yeet a fleet of heated sheets
Of greasy, cheesy pizza pie...

So come taste the latest greatness
Cash or card can buy!

Peppino spaghetti
Is pizza-flipping peeved!
A pinch of assault
Is all that he's craving...

He'll stuff up your crust
With a sharp ricotta cheese
And waive the deliv'ry fees!

He's gonna deep dish out a pan full of pain
While going ham with rage too raw to contain!
He's a meat-lover, not a fighter, but he'll beat you all the same
There's no mucking with this chef...
The italian god of death!
Peppino spaghetti's his name!

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