Grab A Slice

FRIDAY AFTERNOON,

ALL ALONE I’M WALKING DOWN BROADWAY WITH

NOT A CAR IN SIGHT,

LIVING IN THIS TWILIGHT ZONE HAZE.

THERE’S OUR PIZZA STAND,

LENNY WAVES AND POINTS AT THE STOVE.

WISH YOU COULD BE HERE TO TAKE IN THE BLAZE.

GRAB A SLICE FOR NINETY-NINE.

GREASY PLATE AND TEN BITES OF MEM’RIES.

PEPPERONI CLOUDS FILL UP THE SKY.

WATCHING THE DAYS DRIFT BY.

FUNNY HOW IT FEELS

LIKE WE’RE FROZEN INSIDE A PHOTOGRAPH--

DAYS GO ZOOMING BY

WHILE WE HARDLY MOVE THROUGH THE AIR.

DIDN’T SEE THE JOY

WHILE IT PASSED IN FRONT OF MY EYES;

PIZZA WITH YOU WHILE WE LAUGHED WITHOUT CARE.

GRAB A SLICE FOR NINETY-NINE.

GREASY PLATE AND TEN BITES OF MEM’RIES.

PEPPERONI CLOUDS FILL UP THE SKY.

WATCHING THE DAYS DRIFT BY.

WHEN I SEE YOU, I’LL HOLD ON TO

WHAT A MEAL WITH A FRIEND SUPPLIES.

GRAB A SLICE FOR NINETY-NINE.

GREASY PLATE, WHILE WE MAKE NEW MEM’RIES.

PEPPERONI CLOUDS WILL FILL THE SKY.

WE’LL WATCH THE DAY FLY BY.

LET’S HAVE THE WHOLE DAMN PIE.