his palms are spaghetti, knees weak, arms spaghetti, theres spaghettti, on his spaghetti already, moms spaghetti, hes nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and spaghetti to drop bombs, but he keeps on spaghetti what he spaghetti,the whole crowd grows spaghetti, he opens his mouth but the spaghetti wont come out, hes spaghetti now, everybodys spaghetti now, the clocks run out, times up, over blaow, snap back to spaghetti, ohh there goes spaghetti, oh there goes rabbit he choked, hes so spaghetti, but he wont, give up spaghetti no, he knows, his whole backs to these spaghettis, it dont matter hes spaghetti, he knows that but hes spaghetti, hes so sad that he knows, when he goes back to his spaghetti home, thats when its, back to the spaghetti again, this whole spaghetti he better go capture this spaghetti and hope it dont pass him, you better lose yourself in the spaghetti,