I’m often goin'
to the upper food court in Ridgedale
There’s a Taco Smell there
That food should come with a puke pail
I think I’ll eat Italian
To Sabarros I do go
I say, "I’ll take some pizza
And no, I don’t want a combo."

Pizza sing yum a doo yum a da
Looks like it’s tasty-o
Looks like it’s tasty-o
That pizza at Sabarro’s

I gave the cashier money
and it was a pretty penny
I grabbed a stack of napkins
and brought it all to a table
The pizza was greasy
Few toppings did I see
But I guess I’ll have to eat it
for you know they tricked me easy

Pizza sing yuck a doo yuck a da
Cooks like my daddy-o
Cooks like my daddy-o
That pizza at Sabarro’s

‘Twas several months later
I went back to the counter
This time I’ll try some pasta
It looks good in the container
There were tubes that were quite crusty
The sauce was tomato paste
I jumped up, and checked out the heat lamp
The stuff must have been there for days

Pasta sing yuck a doo yuck a da
Cooks like my daddy-o
Cooks like my daddy-o
That pasta at Sabarro’s

Now some men like Chinese food
and some men like a deli
And some men like to eat
a hamburger that’s sizzlin'
Me I like Italian
Could eat it almost every day
But here I must eat tacos
here I am eatin’ hellish dog food

Taco Hell yuck a doo yuck a da
Eat like my doggy-o
Eat like my doggy-o
‘Cause of bad food at Sabarro’s