[Overture – spoken, dramatic] Ohhhh… la cucina… it betrays me… [Verse 1] Ricotta… dolce mia… why you crumble in my hand? Terracotta… fragile heart… you no understand… I stir the flame of passion, the oven burns my soul But something in this recipe… is out of my control… [Pre-Chorus – rising] Mamma mia… the sauce, it cries… The basil wilts before my eyes… [Chorus – BIG, LOUD, EXTRA] RICOOOOTTA!!! TERRACOOOOTTA!!! Why you break-a my heart-a like-a THIS-a?! I sing to cheese! I weep to clay! But you both crumble anywayyyyyy!! [Verse 2] The ladle shakes… the pasta weeps… the garlic falls apart… A thousand nonnas haunt me now… they curse my broken art… I tried to bake our love at four hundred degrees… But all I made was tragedy… and slightly burnt cheese… [Bridge – soft to explosive] (soft) If I could turn back time… I’d salt you with my tears… (huge) BUT NOW THE DOUGH IS RUINED—AND IT’S BEEN THREE LONG YEARS!!! [Final Chorus – even more unhinged] RICOOOOTTA!!! TERRACOOOOTTA!!! This-a kitchen is my operaaaaa!! From love to ash, from pan to plate— I SEAL MY FAAAATE IN MARINARAAAAAA!!!
