His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms spaghetti
There's vomit on his spaghetti already
Mom's spaghetti
He's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm spaghetti
To drop bombs, but he keeps on spaghetti
What he wrote down the whole crowd goes spaghetti
He opens his mouth but the words won't spaghetti
He's choking now everybody's spaghetti now
The clocks run out, times up, spaghetti blaoh!