On top of spaghetti, all covered with cheeseI lost my poor meatball when somebody sneezedIt rolled off the table, and onto the floorAnd then my poor meatball rolled right out the doorIt rolled in the garden, and under a bushAnd then my poor meatball was nothing but mushThe mush was as tasty, as tasty could beAnd then the next summer it grew into a treeThe tree was all covered, all covered with mossAnd on it grew meatballs with tomato sauceSo if you eat spaghetti all covered with cheeseHold on to your meatballs whenever you sneeze
Slow down, you move too fastYou got to make the morning lastJust kicking down the cobblestonesLooking for fun and feeling groovyBa da-da da-da da-da, feeling groovyHello lamppost, what’cha knowingI’ve come to watch your flowers growin’Ain’t you got no rhymes for me?Doo-ait-n-doo-doo, feeling groovyBa da-da da-da da-da, feeling groovyI got no deeds to do, no promises to keepI’m dappled and drowsy and ready to sleepLet the morningtime drop all its petals on meLife, I love you, all is groovy
On top of spaghetti, all covered with cheeseI lost my poor meatball when somebody sneezedIt rolled off the table, and onto the floorAnd then my poor meatball rolled right out the doorIt rolled in the garden, and under a bushAnd then my poor meatball was nothing but mushThe mush was as tasty, as tasty could beAnd then the next summer it grew into a treeThe tree was all covered, all covered with mossAnd on it grew meatballs with tomato sauceSo if you eat spaghetti all covered with cheeseHold on to your meatballs whenever you sneeze