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- 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,
- 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.
- 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.
- Hey now, you have pasta,
- Get your game on, go play,
- Hey now, you have pasta,
- Put the dough on, get paid.
- (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.
- 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.
- Hey now, you have pasta,
- Get your game on, go play,
- Hey now, you have pasta,
- Put the dough on, get paid.
- (All that's bitter is mold)
- Only pasta sauce makes the gold...
- the end
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