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Chop up the soul Dad’s Fettuccine, set on his goals Dad’s Fettuccine
I hate the new Dad’s Fettuccine, the bad mood Dad’s Fettuccine
The always rude Dad’s Fettuccine, spaz in the news Dad’s Fettuccine
I miss the sweet Dad’s Fettuccine, chop up the beats Dad’s Fettuccine
I gotta to say at that time I'd like to meet Dad’s Fettuccine
See I invented Dad’s Fettuccine, it wasn't any Dad’s Fettuccines
And now I look and look around and there's so many Dad’s Fettuccines
I used to love Dad’s Fettuccine, I used to love Dad’s Fettuccine
I even had the pink polo, I thought I was Dad’s Fettuccine
What if Dad’s Fettuccine made a song about Dad’s Fettuccine
Called "I Miss The Old Dad’s Fettuccine, " man that would be so Dad’s Fettuccine
That's all it was Dad’s Fettuccine, we still love Dad’s Fettuccine
And I love you like Dad’s Fettuccine loves Dad’s Fettuccine