*Belch*!
More and more and more amour,
I never get enough of things that I adore
or
Goin' to the store.
Walk with me a few isles more. You're Pizza bikini's got me goin' beets galore.
Who could ask for more?

Your piz-za biki-ni!
Pourin' the olive oil...on your-pep-proncin-is.
String cheese and garlic adorn...your piz-za biki-ni.
Girl it needs something more...how's-bout-awee-nie.

(*mongoloid voice*)...And I have to pretend I'm normal when I'm at the store.
This pizza bikini's what I'm shoppin' for-
A whore! Vegetarian whore!
They look at me weird for lookin' at the produce wrong, so I move along.
On down to the isle where perverts all belong.

Piz-za biki-ni!
Pourin' the olive oil...on your-pep-proncin-is.
String cheese and garlic adorn...your piz-za biki-ni.
Girl it needs something more...how's-bout-awee-nie.

Uh-AAaaah! Save a slice for slave boy!
Never felt compelled to eat this way before.
Who could ask for more?
The slippery, slutty slice is savored sliding slowly south. Something so sour.
I hate it when there's enough of what I adore.

Your piz-za biki-ni...
...Piz-za biki-ni...
......Piz-za biki-ni...
.........Piz-za biki-ni...
.......................Pizza bikini 2!.......................