Sung to: Joy To The World

On top of spaghetti, all covered with cheese
I lost my poor meatball when somebody sneezed

It rolled off the table, it fell on the floor
It rolled down the hallway and it rolled out of the door

It rolled through the garden and under a bush
And then my poor meatball was nothing but mush

The mush was as fertile, as fertile could be
And later that summer, there sprouted a tree

The tree was all covered with beautiful moss
And on it grew meatballs in tomato sauce