The Age Of Pamparius

And so, from the ashes of this golden age of confusion The denim recruits came to be known as the Apocalypse dudes (Oh-o-o-o-o-o-o-o) (Oh-o-o-o-o-o-o-o) So you think you had an Opera? Well not like this So you think you had a Napoli? Well not like this So you think you had a decent pizza? Well not like this So you think you had a real good pizza? Well not like this You got nothing to lose, Pamparius Gonna wear them happy jeans tonight You got nothing to lose, Pamparius Gonna bake a motherfucking pizza tonight Alright! (Oh-o-o-o-o-o-o-o) (Oh-o-o-o-o-o-o-o) So you think you had a pepperoni? Well not like this So you think you had a calzone? Well not like this So you thought you could make your own? Well not like this So you thought you could take it home? Well not like this You got nothing to lose, Pamparius Gonna wear them happy shoes tonight You got nothing to lose, Pamparius Gonna bake your motherfucking pizza tonight Motherfucking pizza tonight Claps like twelve! Apocalypse dudes got nothing to lose Gonna stomp some teenage ass tonight Apocalypse dudes got nothing to lose Gonna bake some motherfucking magic tonight Tonight Tonight! Well alright (Oh-o-o-o-o-o-o-o) (Oh-o-o-o-o-o-o-o) (Oh-o-o-o-o-o-o-o) (Oh-o-o-o-o-o-o-o) Well alright Tonight! A motherfucking pizza, yeah!