The right sauce.

The right sauce.

First bowl was a hot one.
Second one, to cold.
Third bowl was putrid, it tasted kind of dull.
I want all the best,
Tried all the rest.
I tried some salsa,
And I made a mess.
I want the right sauce, baby.
In the making of Spaghettios.
I want the right sauce, baby.
Hey, don't mix that stuff with Cheerios.

I'm tired of eating this food.
Without this perfect blend.
The noodles are too hard to chew,
What it needs,
What's is the ingredient?


O, o, o, o, o.
Spaghettios.
O, o, o, o, o.
The right sauce.
O, o, o, o, o.
Spaghettios.
What in it's making?
The right sauce.

First time that I tried some,
Was on a stupid buzz.
The sauce made me so hyper,
Got the right sauce on my tongue.
This sauce never boasts,
It;s good on the roast.
Never good with coffee,
But pretty good on toast.
I love the right sauce, baby.
In the making of Spaghettios.
I need the right sauce, baby.
Every night at dinner, coast to coast.

I've tried a salsa or two,
In my time, that ain't right.
Now bean dip and nachos won't do,
All I need,
You know what it is.

O, o, o, o, o.
Spaghettios.
O, o, o, o, o.
The right sauce.
O, o, o, o, o.
Spaghettios.
O, o, o, o, o.
The right sauce.
O, o, o, o, o.
Spaghettios.
What in it's making?
The right sauce.