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
Rolled on some more

It kept right on rolling
On down by the lake
And them my poor meatball
Passed a cute little snake

It kept right on going
And went under the gate
I must catch my poor meatball
Before it’s too late

It’s changed its direction
And it’s heading back
I think that my meatball
Is on the right track

If it stays on this trail
And keeps going straight
Then my poor meatball
Will get back to my plate
And then my poor meatball
Will get back to my plate