He's the little pretzel man   He's got his twisted pretzel hands   He's got his a pretzel wife   That he's loved all his pretzel life      And he's got himself a pretzel girl   That they both brought into their world   And watch them all twist pretzels by hand, by hand   And if only we all lived in Pretzel Land      Six days a week, when he wakes up   She will fill his coffee cup   Six days a week he is a working man   He wheels his wagon to the park   He sells pretzels 'till it's dark      But that's the only life that he understands   He's his own man      He's the little pretzel man   He's got his twisted pretzel hands   He's got his a pretzel wife   That he's loved all his pretzel life      And he's got himself a pretzel girl   That they both brought into their world   And watch them all twist pretzels by hand, by hand   And if only we all lived in Pretzel Land      On Sunday, when they go to church   In the seventh pew they perch   They listen to his sermon and they believe   They're grateful for the food they ate      So they put their money in a plate   They've heard of hungry children   And they grieve   (They believe)      So we watch them all twist pretzels by hand, by hand   And if only we all lived in Pretzel Land   If only we could all be like that man   If only we all lived in Pretzel   Only we all lived in Pretzel   Only we all lived in Pretzel Land