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Suppertime, an' we're havin'
spaghetti,
Meatballs poppin' in the pan as they fry,
Oh, the sauce is rich, an' the pasta is cookin',
There's company comin' -- wear your tie.
Some of these dishes, you're
goin' to end up doin'.
You will wash, an' your sister will dry.
If you don' listen, there is nothin' for dinner
An' you are not gettin' any pie.
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