harry chapin
pretzel 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  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 