Sample of My Pasta

I am starving

I need some bread

First we dance

Now I go and sit down

Oh it's my turn

Get to stomp all around

Oh wow, there's a jet in the sky!

Oh no, dang

All these giraffes give me glances 'cause I dance in the sun

Oh now I kick 'cause there's dust in my lungs

Can anybody tell me where I am?

Always wonder why it smells like the trash

If you know what I mean

Cute bird

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no

I say no, no

And then I say yes, yes, yes

Hey look a motorcycle

I do this and glisten in the sun and I know

You took a sample of my pasta

You took a sample of my pasta

You took a sample of my pasta

You took a sample of my pasta

You took a sample of my pasta

Paint the sofa, go to bed

Steal some snow then buy an egg

Show your muscles, work on walking

You know how to dance, baga baga

I'm gonna get some peaches, gonna put 'em in a pan

And then I'll pour the onions in

And now I spin

I'm tough

Yeah, I'm a quality koala teacher

At least I'm better than these people on the floor

Y'all are freaking me out, then I dance kinda hard

Gonna sit down here, ow

Somebody must have lost a spiky ball

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no

I say no, no

And then I say yes, yes, yes

I'm riding on a leopard

And now I'm punching out my rage and I know

You took a sample of my pasta

You took a sample of my pasta

You took a sample of my pasta

You took a sample of my pasta

You took a sample of my pasta

I'm feeling low

Gotta stop the train while I go boo-hoo

I'm feeling low

In my soul

So I keep on dancing

You took a sample of my pasta

You took a sample of my pasta

You took a sample of my pasta

I'm feeling low

Gotta stop the train while I go boo-hoo

I'm feeling low

In my soul