Tomatooooooooo!

The sauce glows red on the pasta tonight,

Not a spaniard to be seen,

A kitchen of isolation,

And it looks like, I’m the king.

The pasta’s boiling like the swirling storm inside…

Couldn’t keep it in, Spain knows I’ve tried…

Don’t let him in,

Don’t let him see,

Be the rude boy you’ve always had to be,

Just chill, eat veal

Don’t let them show

But now he knows…!

To-ma-to! Tomato!

Can’t hold it back anymore!

To-ma-to! Tomato!

I bet he loves me for sure!

I don’t care,

What he’s going to say!

Let the flag wave white…

My feelings never bothered me anyway.

It’s funny how my resistance

Kinda made me seem so small

And the tears that once escaped me,

Can’t get from me at all!

It’s time to see if love is true,

To test his feelings and break through,

I know it’s wrong,

But not to me,

You’ll see!

To-ma-to! Tomato!

I’ll be a more open guy!

To-ma-to! Tomato!

Well at least I have to try!

The pasta strand,

on this plate...

Let the flag wave white…

The pizza tosses from my hand and to the ground (shit!)

The pasta’s spiraling in broken fractals all around! (Dammit!)

And one thought starts to rise up like some kneaded dough…

And then when Spain comes back,

We’ll forget about the past

To-ma-to! Tomato!

It’ll rise like the baking bread!

Spamano, Spamano!

But that perfect boy is gone!

Here I stand,

I’m waiting for spaaaaaaaaain!

Let the flag wave white…

I’m sure Spain loves me too, anyway