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