On top of spaghetti All covered with flakes If this isn't right Even I make mistakes. Well, let's take those flakes And top 'em to cheese And all hold our noses So 'em roses won't sneeze. 'Cause if roses do sneeze; I make mistakes. And even you can eat spaghetti. With your corned flakes. Corn bakes with cheese? American or Swill--- Shredded, with no stopping, slopping Red Cabbage Dill. Red Cabbage Dill? May be something--- who knows? When eating with a band of Joking Egg Toes. But only if they march with Pop Goes The Weasel. Will we book such a time With A. Cook Nose Diesel. A. Cook Nose Diesel? Now...he's really far! And spaghetti is spaghetti. No matter who you mealy are.