가사
I stepped into the future, 3025,
Hopped out of my machine, just trying to survive.
But what I saw, man, it blew my mind,
A world divided by the toppings on a pie.
The cities were burning, the people in a fight,
All over what belongs on a slice.
Pepperoni, pineapple, mushrooms, too,
But one decision, man, it’s all up to you.
Hey Mr. President, I’ve traveled through time,
To tell you right now, we’re at the end of the line.
You gotta make a choice, gotta take a stand,
Or the future's gonna crumble like the crust in your hand.
I met with the leader, a pizza in his hand,
He said, “This is serious, it’s out of my command!”
One half wants pineapple, the other says no way,
And in the middle, mozzarella’s going astray.
The cities were burning, the people in a fight,
All over what belongs on a slice.
Pepperoni, pineapple, mushrooms, too,
But one decision, man, it’s all up to you.
Hey Mr. President, I’ve traveled through time,
To tell you right now, we’re at the end of the line.
You gotta make a choice, gotta take a stand,
Or the future's gonna crumble like the crust in your hand.
So I whispered in his ear, "Here’s what you need to do,
Let the people choose their toppings, let them all stay true.
One pizza for the pineapple, one for pepperoni,
And together we’ll have peace, with some extra cheese only.”
Hey Mr. President, you’ve got the power today,
To keep the world turning, in the right kind of way.
Just let them all have it, every topping on the list,
And the future will be bright, with every cheesy twist.
So I jumped back to my time, mission complete,
Knowing that the future’s got a pizza that's sweet.
No more wars, no more fights, just a world in delight,
Thanks to the toppings on that future slice.
