Pasta Sauce, what’s that perfume you’ve got on
Could it be oregano from days gone by
And did I hear you say he was a-meeting you here today
To take you to the beer volcano in the sky
She’s four foot one and her daddy still calls her midget
She makes all noodly appendages fidget
She walks ‘round town with a suitcase in her hand
Looking for a mysterious eye-patched man
In her younger days they called her Pasta Sauce
If you never tasted her, well it’s your loss
Then an Invisible Pink Unicorn stood by her side
And promised her she’d take her for a ride
Pasta Sauce, what’s that perfume you have on
Could it be a garlic clove from days gone by
And did I hear you say he was a-meeting you here today
To take you to the stripper factory in the sky.

