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's screaming, "Ayie!" Thank God the boy's 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 breath again It might 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