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 that 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

But 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