His palms are sweaty, mom's spaghetti, plate's ready,
He's nervous, but on the surface, the sauce is heavy,
He drops the fork, but keeps on forgettin'
What he ordered, the meatball's right there, tempting,
He’s choking now, the napkin’s soaked, wow,
The garlic bread is cold now, clock’s running out, time’s up, plate’s chow!
Snap back to the kitchen, oops, there's no doubt,
He opens up the oven—oh no! Bread’s burnt out,
You better eat, fool, or you’re losing your plate,
You only get one shot at mom’s spaghetti, so don’t wait,
This food's piping hot, don’t let it escape,
It's mom’s spaghetti, gotta appreciate!
His whole life, he’s been craving that mom’s spaghetti,
The kind where the sauce is rich, the noodles steady,
There’s Parmesan dusting, oregano busting,
In his mind, he's trustin’ that this meal’s something,
But he’s slippin’, trippin’, the noodles won’t stay,
He tries to fork 'em, but they keep slipping away,
He’s so hungry, but his stomach's tight,
Will he devour it or let it slip right outta sight?
You better eat, fool, or you’re losing your plate,
You only get one shot at mom’s spaghetti, so don’t wait,
This food's piping hot, don’t let it escape,
It's mom’s spaghetti, gotta appreciate!
Mom’s been cooking all day, no more delaying,
The flavors in the sauce, they’re worth obeying,
So here it is, no more playing,
He’s got to dig in, no second chances, this plate’s fading.
You better eat, fool, or you’re losing your plate,
You only get one shot at mom’s spaghetti, so don’t wait,
This food’s piping hot, don’t let it escape,
It’s mom’s spaghetti, gotta appreciate!