On top of spaghetti, all covered with cheese,
I lost my poor meatball, when somebody sneezed.
It rolled off the table, and onto the floor,
And then my poor meatball, rolled out of the door,
And then my poor meatball, rolled out of the door,
It rolled in the garden, and under the bush,
And then my poor meatball, was nothing but moosh.
The moosh was as tasty, as tasty could be,
The moosh was as tasty, as tasty could be,
The moosh was as tasty, as tasty could be,
And early next summer, it grew into a tree.
And early next summer, it grew into a tree.
The tree was all covered,
The tree was all covered,
With beautiful moss.
It grew lovely meatballs,
And tomato sauce.
So if you eat spaghetti,
All covered with cheese,
All covered with cheese,
All covered with cheese,
Hold onto your meatballs,
And don't ever sneeze.
And don't ever sneeze.