For as I lay crying, alone in the dark
I sat and I thought about what I once thought
I had this one dream in a long ago time
it was a dream about my face in a pie.
I love to eat pie and it is one of my fav-
orate things to do with my face on a cool day
I like to stuff my face with chocolate pie and pumpkin pie
And sometimes I get crazy and eat mincemeat.
I like to dance and sing and play around all the day
but sometimes think about that long ago
time when I cried and cried and I bawled in my tears
then I fed them to the weevil and he granted my fears.
Now I am oh so happy, the weevil is Fred
He is my friendly Fred and he lives in my head.
Oh, I love my Freddy. Weevil is not mean.
He is nice. He is friendly. He is not all obscene.
And once upon a time I wanted to eat more saucy food
and pull out my hair and bathe in the nude.
But now I don't do any of those crazy things.
I just sit here with my weevil and I sing all the day.
I am oh, so happy and my weevil is nice.
His name is Fred and he thinks that I am alright.
Oh, I love my friend Fred. He is a weevil friend
and if you had one you would think it should never end.