This page features lyrics to many of our Pizza! songs. Not all songs are represented here, but the list of songs that are will grow. Not all of these songs have been released; some of them will be released on our upcoming album. All of the songs were written by Pizza! Rob Chandler contributed lyrical assistance to all of the songs that have an asterisk (*).
Click on the links to go to the lyrics for a particular song. The lyrics are listed in Alphabetical Order.
- Bird Dreams
- Bloo Moob (*)
- Buttersaw
- Deforestacion
- Dinoboticus
- the Future?
- Get Excited!
- Griffith Park Fire
- Hotlanta
- Houses (*)
- Husky Open-Toed Camel (*)
- Hyundai Commercial
- Iron Fart (*)
- Mammoth Skull
- the Melado
- Never Gonna Be Alone
- No Way, No Way, No Way
- O! Jesus Christ!
- Our Number One Sound
- Repress Yourself!
- Riding Thru the Jungle
- Rilo Kiley (*)
- Rims Patrone
- (We be @) She Summer Spot
- @ the Disco
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Small town, it’s plain to see that you’ve seen better days
Industry, employment…
But i’m here to tell you
those better days don’t have to be locked in the past…
You can take my word it’s good advice
Hey, you can build life on a wing
Accomplish anything with these bird dreams
A sense of pride, government jobs…
Take it in your hearts, now
Citizens, this small town might yet be great!
With a giant metal creature right in the center
Creature will define love
It’s visage emblazoned in the Zeitgeist!
A sign of the times
Hey, you can build life on a wing
Accomplish anything…
Well you can hold it right there or you can look to the future
Hey, you can do most anything
If you just believe in these bird dreams
A sense of pride, government jobs!
And the clouds did part over that quiet town
And the darkness lifted lightly from their minds
You can import this prosperity to your village, hamlet, or shire.
Don’t you think it’s time?
"You can hold it right there or you can look to the future!"
Here I am a little bird, lying in the snow
That no one hears
Pick me up, but carefully, lying in the snow
No longer I’m alone
Can I be everything that I dream?
What are dreams to a little bird, my dear?
Kill two birds, one stone
There you are a little bird, lying in the snow
That no one hears
Pick up, and carefully, high above the snow
No longer you’re alone
Can’t you see everything will come clean
If you dream, and you dream of darkened wings
Kill two birds, one stone, a stone
Every culture’s got a demise
Don’t look now, oh the prices, they’ll rise!
An ounce of custard, a barrel of crude
Wholesale shoppers yeah we’re talking to you!
He’ll get to the office, but what can he do?
Hands been tied by the mess we’ve been through
“A new American Century?” Give us a break!
An entire generation’s got nowhere to escape!
It’s a predicament, what do you know?
Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh
In a predicament, where can you go?
Oh Oh Oh
Every crisis comes to an end
Case in point: this conversation, my friend
We were never exceptional, we were never in charge
There’s no “City on a Hill” – it’s all gone!
It was a Buttersaw, it was a Buttersaw
Michel Foucault
You play guitar boy, that’s made out of wood
And then you chop it, chop it, chop it down
"You chop it down"
To suffer like Job is to suffer for God
To suffer like Job is to suffer for God
Cursed all my oxen
And crushed all my children
You say “Job, curse God!”
I say “Nay bitch, roll on!”
Hooo-rahhhhhhhhhhh
"To suffer like Job is to suffer for God"
A warrior on a husky steed!
Keep it in the Party!
Rise faster than those Kennedys!
Keep it in the Party!
God bless this man’s “Audacity”
Keep it in the Party!
“Post party, post race, post creed!”
He rides a horse called American Need!
Keep it in the Party!
He’ll purge this town of Old D.C.
Keep it in the Party!
Sacrifice his enemies
Keep it in the Party!
And drink from the bloody chalice
Words fly overnight
I’ll strike a chord
Boys I’ve got a message
Got it from the Lord!
Oh my tears I cried, I cried!
Oh, I died
Oh my dear I died
He has come down from the top of the mountain!
Oh forgiveness, beg forgiveness
We won’t stop rocking til we get forgiveness!
Get excited, get excited,
Get it right, oh-oh!
Oh Jemarlo, my Jemarlo
You can’t feel your fingers and your feet are exhausted!
Get excited, get excited,
Get it right, oh-oh!
Oh my tears I cried, I cried!
Oh, I died
Oh my dear I died
Words fly overnight
I’ll strike a chord
Boys I’ve got a message
Got it from the Lord
"Oh Jemarlo, my Jemarlo!"
News at five!
Fire at the arboretum
But it wouldn’t be the first time
Fire in Griffith Park!
Two bucks a day
Said it was a good solution
Clear brush, Uncle Sam
Poor zoo-keeper
Critical mass
Professional fire-fighters
Say “there’s too many workers”
Things got out of hand
Scurry up the hill
Going 20 miles an hour
Thought that they could get away….
Smoke on Alvarado
But we couldn’t see the sight
Smoke only covers
The sky
Went to Coronado
When the sun went down at night
Had to get a better view
And Steve said “it’s cool on the roof!”
Shut it!
Fire at the observation
Said “goats are to blame!”
Oh my garden’s safe, but…
Smoke on Alvarado
But we couldn’t see the sight
Smoke only covers
The sky
Went to Coronado
When the sun went down at night
Had to get a better view
And Steve said “it’s cool on the roof!”
But oh what fun!
To meet the neighbors!
It was so much fun!
A long time ago
Like 1864
Ol’ White Tecumseh
Marched to war
‘Gainst those Confederates!
Emancipation now!
We’re gonna go down to Atlanta
Bust on in and take Savannah
We’re gonna burn it down!
Wide as a mile!
I’m marching down to the coast!
And if the south had won that war
What’d you do that killing for?
Just ask your colored friends!
Wide as a mile!
I’m marching down to the coast!
Mine eyes have seen the glory
Of the coming of the Lord
He has trampled out the vintage
Where the Grapes of Wrath are stored
He is hiding in the bushes
With His terrible swift sword
His truth is marching on
"Ol' White Tecumsah marched to war"
Love is a nail!
I’m building houses here!
Love is a nail!
I’m building houses here!
Love is a nail!
Peanut farming in the Peach-land
Now he’s building in the wetlands
Gray hair, styled with a deft hand
Puts down business with his left hand
Line up, for your bread and water
Sons first, nothing for the daughters
White paint mingled with the blood-bath
Now he’s ready for the aftermath
Line up, line it up,
Line up, line up for his autograph!
Help me out tonight,
My bed is sticks and stones
I need a new haircut, oh
"Now he's building in the wetlands"
I’m a big husky camel
And I’m real pissed
I lost my woman
In the desert mist…
I wear open-toed shoes
To the downtown K-mart
But lately ain’t been nothing there
But a worn and torrid heart
I can see nothing there for me…
Oh, oh oh!!
Hope you’re ready for that easy road
Hyundai!
Hope you’re ready for that easy road
Hyundai!
Hope you’re ready for that easy road
A handsome little car’s gonna soothe your soul
Hope you’re ready for that easy road
Hyundai!
Better be aiming for that mountain pass
Hyundai!
Better be aiming for that mountain pass
Hyundai!
Better be aiming for that mountain pass,
I’ll step off the breaks, put my foot on the gas
Better be aiming for that mountain pass
Hyundai
Oh, oh
What women want…
Let the sun burn a crown on my head
Let those other dogs pretend I’m dead
I’ve found a new skull, one that’s cleaner than mine
I’m glad so I cried, but I’m sad when I cry
I saw a big skull sitting in my yard
A big mammoth skull sitting in my yard
Shading itself, under a tree
Out of the sun, waiting for me
A big mammoth skull is looking for me
A big mammoth skull is looking for me
Everybody here,
Thinks it’s a catastrophe
But is it real, or is it something you just heard?
Lies!
We saw the skull!
We saw it with our eyes!
Deception
Everybody here,
responds in an emergency
But should we fear, or is it peaceful do we know?
We saw the skull!
We saw it with our eyes!
Everybody’s got a bad habit or two
The skull’s got an agenda,
But since it isn’t talking
It is impossible to divine
Every person’s got some explaining to do
The skull’s got an agenda,
But since it isn’t talking
It’s just impossible to divine
A big mammoth skull is waiting for me
"I'm glad so I cry, but I'm sad when I cry"
A young man, orphaned on an island
Was lifted up after the hurricane
A genius, builder of institutions
A Treasurer, and a Federalist
Interpreter of the Constitution
A gentle man with poetic grace
He’d be struck down on another island
But his legacy will never be denied
Over the mountains, under the sea
He built a great place for you and me
"A young man, orphaned on an island"
Oh, I’m never gonna be alone
I got a place I can call my own
And I might just paint a funny picture
And hang it up on my wall
And I’m never gonna get abducted
And I’m never gonna bring no ruckus
And I won’t say anything to no one
That isn’t overly nice
I spent my morning over the hill
It’s surprisingly fun
Without anyone
I looked a stranger right in the face
“The whole world”’s just a word for a particular place
I’ll do some light reflection on Him
The Almighty God
He’s really quiet exciting, he’s got those bolts of lightning!
I get so fond of standing so still
“You” is just a word for a particular girl
Things can be so good when you’re calling the shots
A man has obstacles
They wrap around and they complicate him
This town has many things
That pull his mind…
Our town has oxygen
And other things for preservation
It smells of factories
And orange groves
In our town
You can live in isolation
In our town
The people are fine
In our town
Nothing seems so complicated
In our town
As people you meet
You know that shit be dropping
And it’s happening soon
You get so tired of standing around
But it’s something to do
And for so long now
You’ve had nothing to say
You figure now you’ll tear it up
Who’s gonna get in your way?
You can go!
Why would you stay?
Hold it down, you can remember this place
Go!
Why would you stay?
No one gets you, no way no way no way!
In our town…
You’re down on love
But with Jesus-love
You won’t need no other love, to love, true love
I wanna drink Your blood!
Love, to love, to love
I want to drink Your blood!
Into the cross
You’ve got to love love
O! Jesus Christ!
When I’ve got your Christ
I don’t need no other Christ, my Christ!
You’re clean just like a lamb
I want to love your bones
You’ve got to consecrate
You’ve got to love!
In a couple of years
You won’t remember
What she said to make you
Feel the way you did
For the sake of the Cross
We’ve had this conversation several times before
We’ve got to build this tower up a little more
Your mouth is moving it’s *ah*
Your lips are trembling
Gotta be as big as the Man upstairs!
We’re gonna work work work until we get up there
Your mouth is moving it’s *ah*
Your lips are trembling….
At the start we made a language
To last us through the years…
But i don’t understand
What you’re saying to me
All my children
Throw your hands in the air
Come on get down
Cuz we solved the equation
Just boogey to the beat
Of “Our Number One Sound”
And let the rhythm be your communication
The Book is about the
D-d-d-dance floor
From Genesis on down to Revelation
All my children
Throw your hands in the air
Our dope noize
Will be your salvation!
We’ve had this conversation several times before
We cannot build this tower oh not anymore
We’ll keep it down on the ground
We’ll party til we drop!
Je ne parle pas le Français
"We've got to build this tower up a little more"
Whip those horsies
Whip them good
There are Niggers of every race
There are Faggots of every sexual persuasion!
All your thoughts are stupid
You must wear deodorant!
Shimmy to the left
Shimmy to the right
All of our musical ideas are stolen!
You be my fag and i’ll be your nigger
There is always room for jell-o!
You say you wanna
You say you gonna
You say “well God made me free!”
But you’re retarded!
Take Jesus into your heart!
Give your soul to the Lord!
And he will show you the way -
Submission!!!
You can’t just do what you wanna
Repress yourself! (repeat)
You can’t do what you wanna do
Riding through the jungle
Forty hours a day
Someone’s got an ankle
I will go
Is it wild, is it blind?
A pastor or a knave?
Standing on an embankment
Well…
Is it wild, is it blind?
Can you take it to your grave?
In the swamp, hey
In the swamp I will pop my car trunk
Oh the sun is rising on the wrong side of town, partner
Better get that orbit checked before very long
Well the sun is rising but I wouldn’t get my hopes up
There’s a New Day Dawning but it sure won’t be ours…
It’s all pine cones
I’m dating Jenny Lewis
and her whole fucking band – Hell yeah!
I’m dating Jenny Lewis
and her whole fucking band – Hell yeah!
Jenny, Jason, Blake, Pierre
"I'm dating Jenny Lewis and her whole fucking band"
Twenty-something hours in a day
But when your car stops
You wish that they’d just float right out the window
I’m not asking you to stay
You wish I was a little more…
Now I’m singing ’bout the Lord!
Now my voice is filled with exultation!
I’m feeling rotten and my turds is bloody
I’ll see the Doctor for a consultation
I’m driving on “the love-sick side of the road!”
A least a hundred seconds in a month
But when you’re tongue-tied
You find yourself just styling in the mirror
Little girl I got a hunch
You’ll wake up, you’ll wonder
Just where did all your babies go?
I want to see you eatin chicken
Lickin juices off your fingers real slow, real slow
Cuz what you want it, I got it
Girl, let’s have a picnic
Open up your picnic sack
Reach in and throw the tarp on the floor, get down on all fours
Tarp on the floor, down on all fours
Ridin in my 6-4, top down
Get out the way to a spot way out the way!
Play it til it’s Summer Hot!
Can you feel me?
Funk up the pace!
Play it til her panties drop!
Can you feel me?
Funk up the pace!
Play it til it’s Summer Hot!
Can you feel me?
Funk up the pace!
Play it til I hit the spot!
Ahhhh!
We be at She Summer Spot
"Open up your picnic sack"
Calling all the girls
Having Christmas tonight!
Open your garage
I’ll be parking my ride
So sweat it out
@ the Disco, you go
oooooh
Girl, I love your shoes
I love them
Open your garage
Pop that trunk and we’ll ride
Calling all the girls
Having pants off tonight
So sweat it out
@ the Disco, you go
my God
Girl, I love your shoes
I love them
Give me all your cash.
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