You would think I'd be used to this
But I can't take another bowl
A lot of regret for the day
That we settled our chore goals
I'd wash the clothes, you'd scrub the cat
We both would split the many bills
And 'cause I couldn't hack it
You would cook while I pest-killed

For tea, don't like it
Don't want more pasta, not more pasta
Dude, please, don't like it
Don't want more pasta, not more pasta

It's cooked well, to be honest
Won't bring your spirits down
By lying that it's awful
You make awesome pasta now
But how often it gets brought out, it's making me feel glum
With each new plate, get sicker of the lack of diff'rent stuff
Want something else for tea, please be fair
Each night, it's the same

Same tea, don't like it
Don't want more pasta, not more pasta
Begged please, don't like it
Don't want more pasta, not more pasta

I'm sure you've got the talent
Oh-oh, to cook steak, won't burn it
Sick of the bingo pool
To guess what type I'll get
Will it be shells in Alfredo?
Or the classic spag bol style?
Lasagne? That's close
To a meal non-pasta, right

Change, please, don't like it
Don't want more pasta, not more pasta
Save me, don't like it
Don't want more pasta, not more pasta

You sure you can't make a burger?
Bet you won't burn a minute steak
Like I've done, all became charcoal slips
But your pasta tastes
So great, sure you could be a chef extraordinaire
It's easy, just choose to expand out your skill base there
Won't refuse to eat this stuff, I'll be fair
I just want a change

For tea, don't like it
Don't want more pasta, not more pasta
Dude, please, don't like it
Don't want more pasta, not more pasta
Same tea, don't like it (I'd like a hot burger)
Don't want more pasta, not more pasta
Begged please, don't like it (all that I can make is tasteless)
Don't want more pasta, not more pasta
Change, please, don't like it (sick of it, but don't hate it)
Don't want more pasta, not more pasta