Yes, the little old lady loves pasta dinners…

The little old lady loves pasta dinners
(Go granny, more gravy, go granny go!)
Penne, ziti, fettuccine, she just stuffs it in her
(Go granny, more gravy, go granny go!)
Her son had to rush her into triage
When a meatball, in her throat, got itself lodged

And everybody’s noticed she ain’t gettin’ no thinner
‘Cause the little old lady loves pasta dinners
She eats real fast, got to have her carbs
And her friends, they all call her an old tub o’ lard

Yes, the little old lady loves pasta dinners…

While the other ladies meet for tea and knitting
(Go granny, more gravy, go granny go!)
She’ll pound two lasagnas down in just one sitting
(Go granny, more gravy, go granny go!)
She’ll be needin’ a new ticker, or defibrillator
‘Cause she can’t keep her face out the refrigerator!

I’m guessin’ she’s obsessin’ with that old semolina
Yeah the little old lady loves pasta dinners
The bills pile up on her diner’s card
(At) trattorias from Coronado to Oxnard

Yes, the little old lady loves pasta dinners…

(Go granny, more gravy, go granny go!)
(Go granny, more gravy, go granny go!)

Her meatballs must weigh about half a pound
Yeah, she’ll cook ‘em right up, then she’ll put ‘em down

And everybody’s noticed she ain’t gettin’ no thinner
‘Cause the little old lady loves pasta dinners
She gets bad gas, blames her St. Bernard
And her friends, they all call her an old tub o’ lard

Yes, the little old lady loves pasta dinners

(Go granny, more gravy, go granny go!)
(Go granny, more gravy, go granny go!)
(Go granny, more gravy, go granny go!)
(Go granny, more gravy, go granny go!)
(Go granny, more gravy, go granny go!)
(Go granny, more gravy, go granny go!)
(Go granny, more gravy, go granny go!)