MEATBALL AND SPAGHETTI :D
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Yes! It's MEE goreng
Let's do spaghetti again!
Oh and if you think that I made up the darn
addictive song, no, I'm not that awesome, though I still am...
JOKING
It's a song that's actually on kids singalong CDs
This wasn't the one I watched though...
The one I watched was more touching.
When the dude chased the poor meatball
and the meatball was mush...
I ...
I...
I... CRIED!?
O.O"
So yes The lyrics...
The long lost lyrics
If you ever ask me if this was real,
I will shoot meatballs at you and you can see
if you ever have a meatball tree.
Let's do spaghetti again!
Oh and if you think that I made up the darn
addictive song, no, I'm not that awesome, though I still am...
JOKING
It's a song that's actually on kids singalong CDs
This wasn't the one I watched though...
The one I watched was more touching.
When the dude chased the poor meatball
and the meatball was mush...
I ...
I...
I... CRIED!?
O.O"
So yes The lyrics...
The long lost lyrics
On top of spaghetti all covered with cheese.
I lost my poor meatball when somebody sneezed.
It rolled off the table, it rolled on 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 early next summer it grew to a tree.
The tree was all covered with beautiful moss.
It grew great big meatballs and tomato sauce.
So if you eat spaghetti all covered with cheese,
Hold on to your meatball and don't ever sneeze.
I lost my poor meatball when somebody sneezed.
It rolled off the table, it rolled on 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 early next summer it grew to a tree.
The tree was all covered with beautiful moss.
It grew great big meatballs and tomato sauce.
So if you eat spaghetti all covered with cheese,
Hold on to your meatball and don't ever sneeze.
If you ever ask me if this was real,
I will shoot meatballs at you and you can see
if you ever have a meatball tree.
ALTERNATE VERSIONS!!!
A Skiing Version
On top of Mount [Mountain name hear]
All covered with snow
I lost my poor ski pole
for going too slow
A Detailed Version
/!\ You might not want to read this while eating
ewwwwwwwwwwww...A Skiing Version
On top of Mount [Mountain name hear]
All covered with snow
I lost my poor ski pole
for going too slow
A Detailed Version
/!\ You might not want to read this while eating
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 right out the door.
It rolled down the stairway, bounced down every stair. Past our lazy hound dog, and the old rocking chair.
It rolled down the alley, into a drain-pipe it fell.
Then down to the river, in-to a clam-shell.
That clam didn’t like it, so it spit it out, right onto the back of a big rainbow trout.
It frightened that old fish, out of the water it jumped, and threw my poor meatball, on an old horse’s rump.
That horse started bucking, and with one giant kick. My meatball went flying, back into our at-tic.
It bounced down the heater vent, and out of the grate, and then that darned meatball, landed square on my plate.
No one would believe me, I lied, they all said. “Finish you dinner, or go straight to bed”.
So I took a small taste, what else could I do? I can’t say I liked it, well, it tasted like poo.
So when no one was lookin’, and no one was on guard, I threw it out the window, and into a yard.
I thought it was over, no more meatballs for me. But then the next summer, it grew into a tree.
The tree was gigantic, a hundred feet across. And on it grew meatballs, all covered with sauce.
So if you have spaghetti, all covered with cheese. Hold on to your meatballs, ‘cause someone might sneeze.
It rolled off the table and on to the floor. And then my poor meatball, rolled right out the door.
It rolled down the stairway, bounced down every stair. Past our lazy hound dog, and the old rocking chair.
It rolled down the alley, into a drain-pipe it fell.
Then down to the river, in-to a clam-shell.
That clam didn’t like it, so it spit it out, right onto the back of a big rainbow trout.
It frightened that old fish, out of the water it jumped, and threw my poor meatball, on an old horse’s rump.
That horse started bucking, and with one giant kick. My meatball went flying, back into our at-tic.
It bounced down the heater vent, and out of the grate, and then that darned meatball, landed square on my plate.
No one would believe me, I lied, they all said. “Finish you dinner, or go straight to bed”.
So I took a small taste, what else could I do? I can’t say I liked it, well, it tasted like poo.
So when no one was lookin’, and no one was on guard, I threw it out the window, and into a yard.
I thought it was over, no more meatballs for me. But then the next summer, it grew into a tree.
The tree was gigantic, a hundred feet across. And on it grew meatballs, all covered with sauce.
So if you have spaghetti, all covered with cheese. Hold on to your meatballs, ‘cause someone might sneeze.
A Study Version!
[Specially edited for *ahem* Science *ahem*Lessons]
[Specially edited for *ahem* Science *ahem*Lessons]
Inside of my skull bone, it's slimy and grey
I'm losing my brain cells, more gone every day.
Though they're microscopic, I cherish each one
And when they're all missing, life won't be so fun.
About my strange problem, I thought for so long
I worked out a theory (and also this song).
All those neurologists say it can't be true
But I'm losing my brain cells, from listening to you.
And each precious neuron (or protons or electrons) that fizzles right out
I'd be saved if such lessons, I could go without.
So inside of my skull bone, as you've probably guessed
I've lost all my brain cells, and I need some rest.
And You have just undergone the meatball influence...
For your amusement only.
Please do not sing the detailed version when somebody is
eating Fishball noodles or Ba Chor Mee for that matter.
But remember!
Hold on to your meatballs and
Don't ever sneeze!
I'm losing my brain cells, more gone every day.
Though they're microscopic, I cherish each one
And when they're all missing, life won't be so fun.
About my strange problem, I thought for so long
I worked out a theory (and also this song).
All those neurologists say it can't be true
But I'm losing my brain cells, from listening to you.
And each precious neuron (or protons or electrons) that fizzles right out
I'd be saved if such lessons, I could go without.
So inside of my skull bone, as you've probably guessed
I've lost all my brain cells, and I need some rest.
And You have just undergone the meatball influence...
For your amusement only.
Please do not sing the detailed version when somebody is
eating Fishball noodles or Ba Chor Mee for that matter.
But remember!
Hold on to your meatballs and
Don't ever sneeze!