A pitch for a fictional pizza restaurant/bank hybrid that is tremendously awry
lyrics
There are two kinds of dough
That makes this world spin round.
Enjoy them both at the same time
Eating with your dollar, yen, and pounds.
How’s that sound?
Pizza globbed with tiny governmental seals.
Food approved by the F.D.A.
And by the U.S. Mint the real deal.
Speaking of mints
You get some after your meal.
Here at pizza bank
Insurance solutions while you chew.
Here at pizza bank
Our legacy’s in pleasing you.
Elsewhere a fool and
His money part but not with us.
Oh pizza bank
Oh pizza bank
The pizza joint account you trust.
They say that money
Cannot buy you happiness,
But happiness is pizza
So that’s got to be at least second best.
Maybe best.
Every Friday a masked man
Points a gun at your face
And demands all your money.
Give it over before you say family grace.
Just a quirk of this place.
No need for mace.
It’s a trade-off for taste.
Here at pizza bank
There’s credit in tomato sauce.
Here at pizza bank
Our fiscal gain matches your loss.
Elsewhere a fool and
His money part but not with us.
Oh pizza bank
Oh pizza bank
The pizza joint account you trust.
credits
from Mystifacts,
released February 12, 2015
(Kowalski)
Guitar, Synth, Tambourine, and Vocals: Joe Kowalski
Cello: Jamie Clark
Drums: Andrew Garcia
