{t:On Top Of Spaghetti}
{st:Traditional folk song, lyrics by Middle School students of Lodi, California}
*{c:¾ time 1, 2, 3 / 1 2, 3 / … }
On [G]top of spa-[C]-ghetti, all covered in [G]cheese
I lost my poor [D7]meatball, when somebody [G]sneezed.
It rolled off the [C]table, and onto the [G]floor
And then my poor [D7]meatball, it rolled out the [G]door.
It rolled into the [C]garden, and under a [G]bush
And now my poor [D7]meatball, is nothing but [G]mush.
The mush was as [C]tasty, as tasty can [G]be
And early next [D7]summer it grew into a [G]tree.
The tree was all [C]covered with beautiful [G]moss
And on it grew [D7]meatballs and spaghetti [G]sauce.
So if you eat spa-[C]-ghetti, all covered in [G]cheese
Hang on to your [D7]meatball and don't ever [G](tremolo) sneeze!
*Ahhhhhh-[G]↓ Choo!
{t:On Top Of Spaghetti}
