Jimmy’s the owner,
And I think he’s born again.
He’s struggled in the past,
But I ain’t sure when.
He opened this pizzeria,
To give his life a direction.
To leave the needle behind,
He makes pies with perfection.

It’s another Friday night,
And I ain’t got shit goin’ on.
I’m just drivin’ by 4th Street,
And into Royal I’m drawn.
Royal makes the best pizza,
Made in that New York style.
They all got their demons,
But they give service with a smile.

Kat is a cute little fireball,
Who has seen better days.
She’s got 3 little ones at home,
It ain’t the best gig, but it pays.
She winks at Jimmy,
I think they got a little spark.
Making pizza and love,
So...