Surfin' Pizza

Yea yea Surfin Pizza

Well he was born on an ocean made of sauce and cheese
Now he's coming to your town yea you better believe
He'll burn it down
He'll burn your town to the ground
He's just a loaf of bread, inverted on it's head
Surfin Pizza

Created by the devil to replace his son
Half pepperoni half mushroom and killing for fun
The Devil's son
Well he's a son of a gun
He'll have you fearing for your life; sleeping with a knife
Surfing Pizza

Yea you heard a rumor that he could be beaten at his own game
So you got yourself a wetsuit and a board and you started to train
YEA

And so you challenged that pizza to a surf-off, yea
And the last thing that you heard was a greasy laugh
Demonic waves delivered you to the grave

Now your immortal soul will be devoured whole by Surfin Pizza
Yes your immortal soul has been devoured whole by surfin pizza

Yea yea Surfin Pizza



Credits
Writer(s): Ian Westerfer
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