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!