Spaghettopardo, here we go Pasta tail swinging in the streets of Rome Leopard spots shaped like meatball dreams Living life in a marinara stream He’s got claws like forks, sharp and quick Snatching up breadsticks, pick after pick Running past the fountains, chasing that cheese Vespa wheels spinning in the warm night breeze Spaghettopardo, pasta in his soul Chasing ravioli like it’s rock and roll From Naples to Venice, he’s the carb king cat If you’re missing your pizza, yeah, he took that Eyes like marinara, glowing in the dark He’ll leap through your kitchen, leave a noodle mark Jumps through the markets, flips over chairs Everyone’s yelling, but nobody dares Spaghettopardo, don’t you run so fast Save me some gnocchi, make the pasta last Fettuccine lightning, tortellini roar Kicking open every single café door Spaghettopardo, wild and free Living life in a pasta fantasy Mamma mia, mamma mia, you can’t say no When Spaghettopardo steals the show See more