On Top of Spaghetti

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On Top of Spaghetti

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

It rolled off the table, it rolled on the floor,
And then my poor meatball rolled out of the door.

It rolled in 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 early next summer it grew to a tree.

The tree was all covered with beautiful moss.
It grew great big meatballs and tomato sauce.

So if you eat spaghetti all covered with cheese,
Hold on to your meatball and don't ever sneeze.

Information About On Top of Spaghetti

The origins of "On Top of Spaghetti" date back to 1963 when a folk singer, Tom Glazer performed with It is a ballad tune that provides a funny story for children. It is sung to the tune of "On Top of Old Smokey".

It tells a tale of a meatball that was sneezed off the pile of spaghetti and then rolled out the door and into the garden.

"On Top of Spaghetti" was written in 1963 by folk singer Tom Glazer. This parody ballad and children's song was to become his biggest hit. The song is sung to the tune of the traditional folk song "On Top of Old Smokey" and well as the do-re-mi melody.

An interesting site for this song can be found here: On Top Of Spaghetti.

Alternative Lyrics & Related Songs

A variation that skiiers sometimes sing

On top of Mount something
All covered with snow
I lost my poor ski pole
for going to slow.

Here's an original version submitted by a fan who wrote it himself!

On top of Spaghetti, all covered with cheese.
I lost my poor meatball, when somebody sneezed.
It rolled off the table and on to the floor.
And then my poor meatball, rolled right out the door.
It rolled down the stairway, bounced down every stair.
Past our lazy hound dog, and the old rocking chair.
It rolled down the alley, into a drain-pipe it fell.
Then down to the river, in-to a clam-shell.
That clam didn't like it, so it spit it out,
right onto the back of a big rainbow trout.
It frightened that old fish, out of the water it jumped,
and threw my poor meatball, on an old horse's rump
That horse started bucking, and with one giant kick.
My meatball went flying, back into our at-tic.
It bounced down the heater vent, and out of the grate,
and then that darned meatball, landed square on my plate.
No one would believe me, I lied, they all said.
"Finish you dinner, or go straight to bed".
So I took a small taste, what else could I do?
I can't say I liked it, well, it tasted like poo.
So when no one was lookin', and no one was on 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.

This is a shorter version that ends with the meatball ending in a splat on the street

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.
and now my poor meatball, is nothing but meat.

If you're trying to teach a little child, this 2 line version is great.

spaghetti and meatballs all covered with cheese,
I lost my poor meatball when somebody sneezed.

This version is a little snarky and uses a brain theme, but cooler for older kids

Inside of my skull bone, it's slimy and grey
I'm losing my brain cells, more gone every day.

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.

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