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On top of spaghetti,
All covered with cheese,
I lost my poor meatball,
When somebody sneezed.It rolled off the table,
And on to the floor,
And then my poor meatball,
Rolled out of the door.It rolled in the garden,
And under a bush,
And then my poor meatball,
Was nothing but mush.The mush was as tasty
As tasty could be,
And then the next summer,
It grew into a tree.The tree was all covered,
All covered with moss,
And on it grew meatballs,
And tomato sauce.So if you eat spaghetti,
All covered with cheese,
Hold on to your meatball,
Whenever you sneeze.So if you eat spaghetti,
All covered with cheese,
Hold on to your meatball,
Whenever you sneeze.I’m not sure that I agree with the song’s conclusion. Surely the loss of a single meatball would be acceptable in exchange for a bush which grows meatballs, no?
What tune do I sing it to?
It’s a parody of “On Top of Old Smoky,” i think.
Thanks for letting me know. I’m not from an English speaking country and the only very old songs i know are Oh my Darling Clementine and Lovesick Blues. This one will fit right in. To Calvin!
There’s a song sparrow who visits my bird feeder, I call him Calvin of course.
