His Noodly Might

In the beginning there was a mountain
And a midget and a tree
Products of His Noodly being
After drinking heavily

Let's dress like pirates
To revere life
Let us all praise the Great Pasta in the sky
His Noodly Might
Let's dress like pirates
To revere life
Let us all praise the Great Pasta in the sky
His Noodly Might

He'd really rather you wouldn't use Him
As an excuse to be a pain in the ass
With whoever finds it weird
To believe His Noodliness

Let's dress like pirates
To revere life
Let us all praise the Great Pasta in the sky
His Noodly Might
Let's dress like pirates
To revere life
Let us all praise the Great Pasta in the sky
His Noodly Might
His Noodly Might
His Noodly Might

The power of the Pastafari
(Spaghetti Master)
Allows us to adorn the head
With the most beaufitul strainers
(Oh holy Pasta)
Through every single place we tread

Picture beer volcanoes paradise (paradise)
It brings some tears of joy to my eyes (to my eyes)
Let us all join and say ramen
And shout yo-ho again

Of course in the end it's all up to you
Of course in the end it's all up to you
Of course in the end it's all up to you
Of course in the end it's all up to you