Everyone knows it |
[Tune: On Top of Old Smokey. Lyrics by Tom Glazer.]
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 out of the door.
It rolled down the garden, and under a bush,
And then my poor meatball
was nothing but mush!
The mush was as tasty, as tasty could be,
And then the next summer it
grew into a tree.
The tree was all covered, all covered with moss,
And on it grew
meatballs, all covered with sauce.
So if you have spaghetti, all covered with cheese,
Hold onto your
meatball, 'cause someone might sneeze.
[Tune: Battle Hymn of the Republic]
My sergeant major jumped from 70 thousand feet [Repeat 3x]
[Alternative: He jumped from 30 thousand feet without a parachute.]
But he ain't going to jump no more.
CHORUS
Gory, gory, what a heck of a way to die. [Repeat twice
more.]
Well, he ain't going to jump no more.
We scraped him off the tarmac like a dab of strawberry jam...
We put him
in an envelope and sent him home to mum...
She put him on the matelpiece for
everyone to see...
There was an old man named Michael Finnegan,
He grew whiskers on his
chinnigin,
The wind came around and blew them in again,
Poor old Michael
Finnegan,
begin again.
There was an old man named Michael Finnegan,
He got drunk through
drinking ginnigin,
Thus he wasted all his tinnigin,
Poor old Michael
Finnegan,
begin again.
. . . He kicked up and awful din again,
Because they said he must not sin
again, . . .
. . . He went fishing with a pin again,
Caught a fish and
dropped it in again, . . .
. . . Climbed a tree and barked his shin again,
Took off several yards of skin again, . . .
. . . He grew fat and then
grew thin again,
Then he died and had to begin again, . . .
Its a small world after all, [x 3]
Its a small, small world.
It's a world of laughter, a world of tears,
It's a world of hopes and a
world of fears.
There's so much that we share, it's time we're aware
It's a small, small world.
There is just one moon and one golden sun
And a smile means friendship for everyone,
Though the oceans are wide, and the mountains divide
It's a small, small world.