No more pasta, thank you.

[karweenie]

Ahem. *blows on pitch pipe*

Thanks for the Spaghetti.
(to the tune of Fallout Boy's "Thanks for the Memories.")

Im gonna make it bend and break,
They sent you to me without bay,
Say a prayer, but let the onions roll,
In case pesto don't show
Let the onions roll (Let the onions roll)
And I want this thyme to make sauce right,
For its the herbs that make the sauce come to life,
Who cooks with no parsley?
So that's the worst you've got,
Italian sausage, that's not for me.

One night and one more time,
Thanks for the spaghetti,
But that beef was second rate,
That tastes like roux, only sweeter,
One night, yea, one more time,
Thanks for the spaghetti,
Thanks for the spaghetti.
That shouldn't taste like roux, only sweeter
NO-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

Been cooking forward to the future,
But my pasta is going bland,
And this kosher salt is,
Always clumpy except for (except for),
When you cook into the past (cook into the past),
That's so bland, Oh that's so bland

One night and one more time,
Thanks for vermicelli,
The meatballs were second rate
Shouldn't be Ragu, only sweeter
One night, yea, one more time,
I hate your spaghetti
I hate your spaghetti
Why do you rape Ragu, only sweeter
NO-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

Oh no why did I blink
Don't abuse that crunching garlic,
Or use those shrooms, collecting psycho nightmares
Run me out of my mind, and that stinking mess is gross.
I'm one hurl away from buying a hazmat suit
Gonna blow!

One night and one more time,
Thanks for the spaghetti,
Even though I hurled my plate
Shouldn't taste like roux, only bleaker,
One night, (Woah) Yea (Woah) one more thyme,
Thanks for vermicelli,
Thanks for vermicelli,
Why am I puking blue, over the toilet?
NO-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

One night and one more time,
Thanks for the spaghetti,
Even though I hurled my plate
Shouldn't taste like roux, only bleaker,
One night, (Woah) Yea (Woah) one more thyme,
Thanks for vermicelli,
Thanks for vermicelli,
Why am I puking blue, over the toilet?
NO-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh