Harry Chapin - Pretzel Man Lyrics
He's the little pretzel man, he's got his twisted pretzel handsHe's got his a pretzel wife, that he's loved all his pretzel lifeAnd he's got himself a pretzel girl, that they both brought into their worldAnd watch them all twist pretzels by hand, by handAnd if only we all lived in Pretzel LandSix days a week, when he wakes upShe will fill his coffee cupSix days a week he is a working manHe wheels his wagon to the parkHe sells pretzels 'till it's darkBut that's the only life that he understandsHe's his own manHe's the little pretzel man, he's got his twisted pretzel handsHe's got that pretzel wife, that he's loved all his pretzel lifeAnd he's got himself a pretzel girl, that they both brought into their worldBut watch them all twist pretzels by hand, by handAnd if only we all lived in Pretzel LandOn Sunday, when they go to churchIn the seventh pew they perchThey listen to his sermon and they believeThey're grateful for the food they ateSo they put their money in a plateThey've heard of hungry children and they grieve (they believe)So we watch them all twist pretzels by hand, by handAnd if only we all lived in Pretzel LandIf only we could all be like that manIf only we all lived in Pretzel , only we all lived in Pretzel, only we all lived in Pretzel ...Land
