Some like a poem when they’re sorting fine china
Some like their jambalaya with a little less balaya
But I love noodles
Some like a hip that echoes the moves of Danny Terrio
Some like to tickle the balls of Southern Ontario
But I love noodles
Some wouldn’t budge for all the ham in Spain
Some use more exclamation marks than Shania Twain
But I love noodles
Some sing ‘O Canada!’ without a care
Some stash loonies in their underwear
But I love noodles