He left his homeland
All his relatives and friends
On a star-filled night
Between Sorrento and Amalfi

In his suitcase, an ideal
That brought him to Paris
At the top of Pigalle Street
On a morning wet with rain

He didn't know how much
He had gold in his hands
And got that from his grandfather
To toss the dough in the air

Pizzaiolo! Dai! Dai! Higher!
All the children shouted in chorus
Running towards him singing
Pizzaiolo! Dai! Dai! Higher!
All the women came for him
Leaving their husbands behind
He was tall, he was handsome
He smelled good like fresh bread
They called him Rigoletto

At the little restaurant Chez Tony
Where he started on a Monday
He replaced an old waiter
Who went to get married in Ecuador

In the evening, when he returned home
The prettiest girls of the night
All wanted to set him up at their place
In the scents and lace

He preferred under the stars
To dream alone of his homeland
In the company of his grandfather
And to toss the dough in the air

Pizzaiolo! Dai! Dai! Higher!
All the children shouted in chorus
Running towards him singing
Pizzaiolo! Dai! Dai! Higher!
All the women came for him
Leaving their husbands behind
He was tall, he was handsome
He smelled good like fresh bread
They called him Rigoletto

But one day a Neapolitan
King of olives and grapes
Ordered a Regina
You can guess what happened

The success was phenomenal
People came from London, from Montreal
And they delivered on motorcycles
A Rigoletto pizza

Pizzaiolo! Dai! Dai! Higher!
All the children shouted in chorus
Running towards him singing
Pizzaiolo! Dai! Dai! Higher!
All the women came for him
Leaving their husbands behind

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