Hey now, you have pasta, Get youw game on, go pway, Hey now, you have pasta, Put the dough on, get paid. The icy gate is gettin' pwetty thin, The miwk's gettin' wawm, you might as weww swim, My sauce is on fiwe, how about youws? I wike it that way 'cuz I nevew get pouwed. (Aww that's bittew is mowd) Onwy pasta sauce makes the gowd It's a cowd pwace, and it onwy gets cowdew, You'we getting stawe now, wait 'tiww you get owdew, But the medium wawe beg to diffew, But don't even ask the wiquow.
So much to eat, so much to eat, So what's wwong with bakin' the fat tweats? Wet me know if you don't dough, You'ww nevew shine if you don't know. (wywics cwedit - Advopaw) Somebody once towd me, "Hands off my macawoni," Miwwaukee pasta bandit found dead, "He was pickin' up the gun, with his fingew and his thumb, waising up, pointed stwaight, at his fowehead," (Eyewitness) Weww, The pasta stawts cookin' and it doesn't stop cookin' Fed to my mouth, and I eat without wushin', Didn't make sense to eat without fun, Youw bwain gets smawt but youw head gets dumb. (All that's bitter is mold) Only pasta sauce makes the gold Only pasta sauce makes the gold. Hey now, you have pasta, Get your game on, go play, Hey now, you have pasta, Put the dough on, get paid. So much to eat, so much to eat, So what's wrong with bakin' the fat treats? Let me know if you don't dough (Dough!), You'll never shine if you don't know. The noodles start cookin' and they don't stop cookin' Fed to my mouth, and I eat without rushin', Didn't make sense to eat without fun, Your brain gets smart but your head gets dumb. Somebody once asked, could I spare some change for pasta, I need to stuff my face, I said yes, what a cool concept, I could've used a bit myself. (All that's bitter is mold) Only pasta sauce. (All that's bitter is mold) Only pasta sauce makes the gold Hey now, you have pasta, Get your game on, go play, Hey now, you have pasta, Put the dough on, get paid.
The icy gate is gettin' pretty thin, The milk's gettin' warm, you might as well swim, My sauce is on fire, how about yours? I like it that way 'cuz I never get poured. (All that's bitter is mold) Only pasta sauce makes the gold It's a cold place, and it only gets colder, You're getting stale now, wait 'till you get older, But the medium rare beg to differ, But don't even ask the liquor.
So much to eat, so much to eat, So what's wrong with bakin' the fat treats? Let me know if you don't dough, You'll never shine if you don't know. (lyrics credit - Advopar) Somebody once told me, "Hands off my macaroni," Milwaukee pasta bandit found dead, "He was pickin' up the gun, with his finger and his thumb, raising up, pointed straight, at his forehead," (Eyewitness) Well, The pasta starts cookin' and it doesn't stop cookin' Fed to my mouth, and I eat without rushin', Didn't make sense to eat without fun, Your brain gets smart but your head gets dumb.