Pasta Man
(?)
Making A Living, Not A Killing, 1998
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Lyrics
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one two three
(INTRO)
one two three
one two three
I like to eat spaghetti, ravioli too
cannelloni mustard chorey?, any kind will do
I am now your one, we like lots of parmigiano
I'm a pasta man
Mama John? creator?, Papa John? is boss
I'm nearly full of mountain, with lots tomato sauce
garlic is superb, we like lots of good herb
because we're all pasta men
I say, oooh, oooh, oooh, pasta!
I would place no other above my pasta plate
go find my brother, tell him of my fate
eating all I can, I ignore all diet plans
I'm a pasta man
fettuccine alfredo, or any other kind
'cause there's nothin' like lasagna, to ease my troubled mind
I eat lots of that, that's why I'm so funky-fat
I'm a pasta man
I say, oooh, oooh, oregano, pasta!
(GUITAR SOLO)
yo-oh, yo-oh, yo-oh, yo-oh
my god? is in the water, it falls down in the rain
he has distinct aroma of garlic on the brain
drinking lots of wine, antipasto on the side
he's my pasta man
I say, oooh, oooh, oregano, pasta!
I say, oooh, pasta!
she don't like it, don't like it, no like - pasta...!
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Copyright 19??, ??
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Created 22 January 2003
Updated 22 January 2003