Work five to nine

I shouldn't wine

I'm earning money for college

Not enough I must acknowledge

Papa Ginos only pay's eight fifty an hour 

Doesn't give me much power

Meanwhile my grades are slipping

Maybe I could start stripping...?

Theres good money in that right?

If only I wasn't faced with this plight

Poverty has me scrambling

Talking crazy and rambling

I'm not going stoop that low

And put on a degrading show 

I'll stick to making pizza pies

So I can still look myself in the eyes

Earning every dollar to pay for my education

Dealing with the financial frustration

Trying to pay for college