Today i was scouring the net for flash cards when i chanced upon a site with children's songs and lyrics. It just so happened to have "On Top of Spaghetti" on there. Just before opening up the page, i thought, "Hmm... do i know this song? Doesn't it go something like:
'On Top of Spaghetti!
Da da da da daaa...
I lost my poor meatball,
da da da da daaa...'"
And that's about all I knew of the song. Now that i've read all the lyrics, i have to say that it makes soooo much more sense now, and it is officially the highlight of my day. It's such a cute song!! So cute that i'm posting it here for everyone to relive the magic once more!
On top of spaghetti, all covered with cheese.
I lost my poor meatball, when somebody sneezed.
It rolled off of the table, and on to the floor,
And then my poor meatball, it out of the door.
And then my poor meatball, was nothing but mush!
That mush was as tasty, as tasty could be,
And early next summer, it grew into a tree.
The tree was all covered, with beautiful moss,
It grew lovely meatballs, and tomato sauce.
So if you eat spaghetti, all covered with cheese,
Hold on to your meatballs, and don’t ever sneeze!!!
SUCH a cute song!! o( ＾-＾)o
4 comments:
Never heard of it before, but seems to be a fun song. Hmmmm, how can a meat ball grow into a tree? fascinating! Give me one of those meatballs, then I can finally become the vegetarian I always wanted to be :P
Also, what's your number?
yeah, I never sang it as a kid either, and I only knew the lines up to "I lost my poor meatball."
the other day, I was totally outdone by an old japanese lady who knew all the words to oh my darling clementine. so then I went and looked up the verses, and discovered that the guy who lost his darling clementine then consoled himself with clementine's little sister. disturbing.
you are now on your way to nursery rhyme fulfillment...muahahaha
good to see you're reliving that era! =)
I remember the song. It's sung to the tune of "On Top of Old Smoky."
On top of old Smoky, all covered with snow.
I lost my true lover, for courting too slow.
For courting's a pleasure.
And parting is grief.
And a false-hearted lover is worse than a thief.
A thief will just rob you and take what you save.
But a false-hearted lover will lead you to the grave.
Another cheerful ditty from back in the day.
I also know this one:
On top of old smokey, all covered with hair.
Of course I'm referring to Smokey the Bear.
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