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 the boy is not alone

I don't believe in Santa Claus

I don't belive in spite

I have no use for beauty dolls

Especially on this night

I don't believe in miracles

I don't belive in lies

I don't belive 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 way 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 beleive I'll try

I do believe in Captain Crunch

For I am the Frizzle Fry

Yes I am the Frizzle Fry.