Frizzle Fry

Hello, all you boys and girls

I'd like to take you to the inside world

It's quite an irregular place to be

But never fear, you're safe with me

Well, maybe

Golden hair of macramé

Against the face that's cut from stone

The white porcelain is screaming, "Aye!"

Thank God the boy is not alone

I don't believe in Santa Claus, I don't believe in spite

I have no use for beauty dolls especially on this night

I don't believe in miracles, I don't believe in lies

I don't believe in holograms for I am the Frizzle Fry

Andy's painting green again

This time they might take him away

When Barrington starts to breathe again

It may just take us all away

I don't believe in charity, I don't believe in sin

And if you don't believe in me, we'll play this tune over again

I don't believe in Pinochle and I don't believe I'll try

I do believe in Cap'n Crunch, for I am the Frizzle Fry

Yes, I am the Frizzle Fry