Hello all you boys and girls
Id like to take you to the inside world
Its quite an irregular place to be
But never fear youre safe with me
Well, maybe
Golden hair of macrame
Against the face thats cut from stone
The white porcelain is screaming Ayee
Thank God the the boy is not alone
I dont believe in Santa Claus
I dont believe in spite
I have no use for beauty dolls
Especially on this night
I dont believe in miracles
I dont believe in lies
I dont believe in hologram

For I am the Frizzle Fry

Andys painting green again,
This time they might take him away
When Barrington starts to breathe again
It way just take us all away
I dont believe in charity
I dont believe in sin
And if you dont believe in me,
Well play this tune over again
I dont believe in pinochle
And I dont beleive Ill try
I do believe in Captain Crunch

For I am the Frizzle Fry
Yes I am the Frizzle Fry.