I'm spaghetti, hard spaghetti
Raw, not ready, still gritty, but then
Have no pity, I will soon be edible again

I'm spaghetti, like confetti
I'll come stringing and bringing you joy
Fast and jetty, at this Olive Garden spot, oh boy!

See the steaming pot that I'm boiling in
Just like a jacusi to me
I'm spaghetti grace, food's Eliot Ness
With spaghetti style, fit for royalty..

I'm the mastah...of the pasta
In Alaska I warm up cold guts
Nothing beats out spaghetti - food stapled struts

You might know my couz, Macaroni
That humpback who's too fat and short
The overblown runt is a phony
If the punk wants to sue me, I'll see him in court
It's I, you should love, I'm classy, not plain
(la la la)
Fine taste I project - from It'ly, not Spain
I'm so good to eat,
When topped with grate cheese (la la la)
I cannot be beat
For tongue-tasting tease..

Dine away on me,
Chuck the Beano
Add a glass of wonderful vino!
Cuisine for sure,
The fantastic kind (la la la)
My flavor will stir
You out of your mind!

I'm spaghetti, hot spaghetti
In the city or country, I thrill
Imagine all the tummies I fill..

Mozzeralli,
My gal, Elly
Kinda' cheesy
But pleezy and fine!
Yellow pretty
Sits on top just like my crown divine
(la la la la la la la la la lala!)

See the colander I been draining in
Altho' a bit straining to me
It helps me relax - tweaks my tenderness
They'll spread my sauce - and your tongue's set free..

May I boast one - as your plateful
Here's the most fun - best king of my kicks
Since they used - me describing - Clint Eastwood flicks