I'm past the pasta, I'm a pasta faster
I say holy moly to a plate of ravioli
Won't wear my bikini for cunning linguini
For the scar on my belly I thank tagliatelli
I may be considered by my friends to be petty
But I'm not going to fight with no more spaghetti
You may say "To eat pasta you ought'er"
But last time I did, I got in hot water.
So thank you brothers, thank you sisters
But I don't want any more pasta blisters.
Pass the taters!

G.