Lyrics:

Kraft, macaroni and cheese
Said Kraft, macaroni and cheese
Said, Kraft, macaroni and cheese
Maca, maca, maca
It's the best, that's what I think
At 29 cents leaves money to drink

Once more in the mornin'
Your wanderin' round the street
You ain't got no money
You got nothin' to eat

Wonderin' where you'll get that box
Of the kindly Mac and Cheese
You been walkin' the bridge that Bert
You got to get off of the street

Head on off to the mountain
Just a bit to the west of town
You're gonna find the pasta bushes
Growin' from the ground

The kindest pasta that you have ever seen
All over the mountains
Growin' everywhere for free

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 [unverified] that she did grow
Everywhere that Mary went
The Cajun beat would flow

Summers in the mountain
Winters in the farm
Tendin' to her pasta
Doin' no one harm

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

There's a bridge
And there's Bert?
It's a bridges to Bert
It's a bridges to Bert

There's a bridge, nice bridge
And there's Bert
It's a bridges to Bert
It's a bridges to Bert

You don't need Alfredo
Or some other cheesy sauce
You'll find the pasta bushes
Take a plant, pick it off

You don't need no money
Forget your job in town
Head on up to the mountains
Pickin' pasta from the ground

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