Lyrics Ride Our Bikes - Juice Music

On top of spaghetti
all covered with cheese
I lost my poor meatball
when somebody sneezed.
It rolled off the table
and onto the floor.
And then my poor meatball
it rolled out the door.
It rolled in the garden
and under a bush.
And then my poor meatball
was nothing but moosh.
The moosh was as tasty
as tasty could be
And early next summer
it grew to a tree.
The tree was all covered, all covered with moss.
And on it grew meatballs
and tomato sauce.
So when ou eat spaghetti
all covered with cheese
Hold onto your meatballs
whenever you sneeze.
(Achoo!)