Pasta On The Mountain

Lyrics: Vince Herman
Music: Mickey Hart

It's four in the morning, you're wandering round the street
You ain't got no money, you got nothing to eat
Wonder where you'll get that box of the kindly mac and cheese
You been wanting to bridge that Bert, you got to get off the street
Head on up to the mountains, just a bit to the west of town
You're gonna find them pasta bushes, just growing from the ground
The kindest pasta that you have ever seen
All over the mountains, growing everywhere for free

Chorus
Talk about the pasta, pasta on the mountain
Talk about the pasta, pasta on the mountain
Talk about the pasta, pasta on the mountain
Talk about the pasta, pasta on the mountain

Mary had a little lamb's breath that she did grow
Everywhere that Mary went the [KGB] did flow
Summers in the mountain, winters in the farm
Tending to her pasta, Mary doing no one harm

[chorus]

You don't need al fredo or some other cheesy sauce
You'll find the pasta bushes growing, thank the plant, pick it off
You don't need no money, forget your job in town
Head on up to the mountains, pick the pasta from the ground

[chorus]
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