Pizzeria I still see 'ya Even though your history You used to sell me cigarettes When I was just a boy of eleventeen Your pepperoni and your garlic powder Were on my breath in my finest hour The night I sniffed the eight ball's power And got shocked into a man Pizzeria I still see 'ya Even though you turned Chinese I still hear your boombox blaring Rock and roll and air condition wheeze Your dollar slices and your backroom vices Were in my blood when I roll the dices The night I robbed the Italian ices And got picked up like a b**h Your Star Trek rolled up a sh** TV And your phone kept ringing so desperately These yesterdays keep hanging round my neck Like rolled chains of gold Italia Jailhouses they come and go These tattooed girls drag me down so low But memories they stand the test of time Somehow, man, when all else fails you Pizzeria I still see 'ya Every summer on these evening streets Your counter guys in their platform boots They're just ghosts made of evening heat Your pizza boxes under halogen lights Stood like a castle in my eyes tonight Then it all collapsed when I took one bite Of Sweet and Sour #9 Your Star Trek rolled up a sh** TV And your phone kept ringing so desperately These yesterdays keep hanging round my neck Like rolled chains of gold Italia Jailhouses they come and go These tattooed girls drag me down so low But memories they stand the test of time Somehow, man, when all else fails you