Group Song (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sF-YBfnappM)

His palms are sweaty,
knees weak, arms spaghetti
There's vomit on his spaghetti already,
mom's spaghetti
He's nervous,
but on the suface he looks calm spaghetti,
but he keeps on spaghetti.
what he wrote down
the whole crowd goes spaghetti
He opens his mouth
but the words won't spaghetti
He's choking now
everybody's spaghetti now
The clock runs out,
times up, spaghetti BLAOH!