Now I've heard there was a secret sauce
That Italians made, and it pleased the Lord
But you don't really care for pasta, do you?
It tastes like this
The spice, so nice
The tomato paste, the onion slice
The sacred chefs composing Pasta Sauce
Pasta Sauce
Pasta Sauce
Pasta Sauce
Pasta Sauce
Your sauce was strong but you needed pasta
You saw it cooking in the water
Its beauty and the moonlight overthrew you
You tied it
To the Pasta Sauce
You ate your meal, by twirling spaghetti
Not cutting it, as others eat their Pasta
Pasta Sauce
Pasta Sauce
Pasta Sauce
Pasta Sauce
You say I took the sauce in vain
I don't even know the name
But if I did, well really, sauce be to you
There's a blaze of light
In every stove
It doesn't matter which type you chose
So long as it’s a holy Pasta Sauce
Pasta Sauce
Pasta Sauce
Pasta Sauce
Pasta Sauce
It tasted best with a pinch of salt
That recipe I couldn’t fault
I've told the truth, I only came to feed you.
And even though
It tastes so good
I'll stand before His Noodly Appendages
With nothing on my tongue but Pasta Sauce
Pasta Sauce
Pasta Sauce
Pasta Sauce
Pasta Sauce




