My Poor Meatball a Fistful of Spaghetti

The underwear bandits watch the tv matinee The irony the tragedy the comedy dubbed The spaggetti western but we just ran to play cowboys and indians until it was time for the tub The violence of the real world was yet unknown We had are cap guns a blazing a hero of the age the rubber tipped arrows hits the mark as shown friendships grow helping the wounded in the day someone yells the one liner and falls to ground rushing to the aid of the helpless was the norm Innocence is betrayed those days they can't be found the violence learned from lighting and storm the underwer bandits have road into the sunset but the friendships gained is what I like best