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 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 painted green again
 This time they might take him away
 When Barrington starts to breath 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