On Making Deliveries in Snow

Jiggity, Jaggity Jergety,  hoo!

I’m bringing a pizza to you, to you.

There’s ice, there’s snow

No safe place to go

I’m lost in the fog

I’m stuck with this job

I’m trapped out at night

I’m getting frost-bite

I’m ready to sob

I’m too old for this job!!

The pizza is cold.

You’ll have to be told 

You’ll have nothing to eat

I can’t find your street!

I just want to go back to Peru, Peru

I want to go back to Peru!