Walking through the cafeteria line,
Today's vibe, unusually sublime.
A 13-year-old, with tray in hand, just fine,
The lunch lady winks, slips an extra stick (it's so grand).
It's not just lunch, it's a sign,
This joy, unbounded, can't confine.
In these halls, excitement combines,
All from an extra mozzarella stick, blows my mind.
Mozzarella, mozzarella, mozzarella mozza,
Mozza, mozza, mozzarella sticks.
With every bite, we're living larger,
Mozzarella, mozzarella, Mozzarella, mozzarella sticks.
The saxophone blares, the trombones slide,
In the lunchroom, we take it in stride.
An extra stick has turned the tide,
With ska's beat, our worlds collide.
This isn't just a meal; it's a ride,
With each note, we're electrified.
It's a cheesy quest, far and wide,
Under ska's spell, together we glide.
Mozzarella, mozzarella, mozzarella mozza,
Mozza, mozza, mozzarella sticks.
In our heads, the vibes much sharper,
Mozzarella, mozzarella, Mozzarella, mozzarella sticks.
You make my day