Pasta Express

Lyrics

“Carl Dente (CJ’s Song)” – A Country Tune for Our Favorite Noodle King By Pappy & The Pepper Band [Verse 1] Down on Battlefield, there’s a place I know, Where the garlic bread’s warm and the red sauce flows. Pasta Express, yeah, that’s his domain, CJ’s stirrin’ up dreams in a rich marinara rain. He’s got a yellow Bronco, like sunshine on wheels, Crankin’ country tunes, skippin’ all the frills. He parks out front like a small-town star, Lookin’ like Jesus steppin’ out of a honky-tonk bar. [Chorus] Carl Dente, slingin’ noodles with flair, Laugh so loud, you’ll forget your cares. He’ll say, “Let’s grab a coffee,” with that Architect charm, Pull out his journal and write down your heart. He’s got a halo of hair and a soul full of zest— CJ, the pasta prophet of the wild Midwest. [Verse 2] He ain’t just about the fettuccine and salmon, He’s got deep thoughts in cursive, line by line. Journals in hand, like a cowboy with a pen, Tryin’ to lasso life and start over again. Women swoon when he flashes that grin, Then he opens his mouth and that laugh rolls in. Obnoxious? Maybe. But dang, it’s true— You’d miss that sound if it ever left you. [Chorus] Carl Dente, got that twinkle and spice, He’ll serve you a plate and some good advice. Sippin’ that brew while he talks about fate, He’s the only man I know who can make pasta great. With that Jesus glow and a heart full of jest— CJ, the saucy savior of the American West. [Bridge] He’s more than a man, he’s a Springfield tale, From the laugh to the noodles to the yellow Bronco trail. A saint in an apron, a poet on the move, If you don’t know Carl, then you ain’t in the groove. [Final Chorus] Carl Dente, the lord of linguine, Lettin’ love simmer like a stovetop genie. He’ll toast to the night with a laugh that won’t quit, And journal the moment like a country misfit. He’s a friend, a chef, and a soulful guest— CJ, the legend of the midtown Midwest. [Outro] Yeah, CJ’s laughin’, drivin’ into the sun, With pen in his hand and pasta undone… Carl Dente, you beautiful mess— The one and only… Pasta Express.