[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