[Verse 1]

Pasta simmers on the stove in June

Makes no sense yet but it will soon

Conversation starters come way too hard

Nobody wants to be the martyr playing the wrong cards

Why did you come to this planet? Why did you come to this life?

How can you be everybody's dream and still be somebody's wife?

Tell me, what did you have for lunch today?

That's right how would I know?

How would I know?

[Verse 2]

You're off somewhere being free

While I starve in the lonesome cold

Our bodies got used to each other

Now they are used to the sound

Of Richie Havens' voice on the vinyl spinning 'round and 'round

'Round and 'round​

Sometimes I feel like I was born way too late

Shoulda been born on the Woodstock stage

But I'm just here waiting and waiting and waiting

[Verse 3]

Somebody famous had a birthday today

But all I saw was another full moon

What's that?

Something's burnin' on the stove

It must be the pasta, must be the pasta

Oh yeah, it's June