(well, I still do), and always pestered one of the leaders to let us sing it. The variation I sang didn't have the last three paragraphs, but instead just one: Several years later, a meatball tree grew, And now there are meatballs, for me and for you. By Vixen from United States on 3 October 2012 I remember this song from when I was a kid. I'm 24 now, so finding it is a real laugh. Of course, my favorite version was always 'On top of spaghetti, all covered with blood, I shot poor Barney, with a 44 stud. He rolled out the door and into a store, he rolled through the aisles and out the back door. I went to the army, but he wasn't quite dead, so I took a bazooka, a shot off his head. I went to his funeral, I went to his grave. Everybody threw flowers, but I threw a grenade.' I also heard is with 'teacher' instead of 'Barney' on several occasions. Either way, it was always a hoot... at least, as long as the teacher was one of those really mean mile long pole up the ass people.