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