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 macrame
Against the face that's cut from stone
The white porcelain is screaming ayee

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 hologram
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 Captain Crunch
For I am the Frizzle Fry

Yes I am the Frizzle Fry

Copyright: Downtown Music Publishing
Writer(s): LES CLAYPOOL, TIMOTHY W. ALEXANDER, TODD HUTH