guard, I threw it out the window, and into a yard. I thought it was over, no more meatballs for me. But then the next summer, it grew into a tree. The tree was gigantic, a hundred feet across. And on it grew meatballs, all covered with sauce. So if you have spaghetti, all covered with cheese. Hold on to your meatballs, 'cause someone might sneeze. A slightly different set of lyrics to the original 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 down the sidewalk, and onto the street. Splat! and now my poor meatball, is nothing but meat. short version spaghetti and meatballs all covered with cheese, I lost my poor meatball when somebody sneezed Brain Version Though they're microscopic, I cherish each one And when they're all missing, life won't be so fun. About my strange problem, I thought for so long I worked out a theory (and also this song). All those neurologists say it can't be true But I'm losing my brain cells, from talking to you. And each precious neuron that fizzles right out I'd save if such chatting, I could go without. So inside of my skull bone, as you've probably guessed I've lost all my brain cells, and I need some rest. Information About On Top of Spaghetti ''On Top of Spaghetti ''