A long, long time ago, in a wooden world so wide,
I can still recall the tales Pinocchio tried to hide.
His nose would grow with every lie,
And I knew he couldn't let that fly,
If he kept fibbing, oh, what a ride,
For Pinocchio and his nose's stride.

So bye, bye, Pinocchio's lies,
With each untruth, his nose would rise,
Singing, "This'll be the day that I turn to the truth,
And stop making my nose grow long in my youth."

Did you ever hear a puppet talk?
And did you know his nose could walk?
If Geppetto said it's true,
Did Pinocchio believe it too?

Well, I know he longed to be real,
But the fibs he told, oh, what a raw deal,
With strings attached and a growing nose,
He had to learn, that's how it goes.

So bye, bye, Pinocchio's lies,
With each untruth, his nose would rise,
Singing, "This'll be the day that I turn to the truth,
And stop making my nose grow long in my youth."

For years, he spun his web of tales,
With every lie, his courage pales,
But he made a promise to be sincere,
And that's when he began to steer clear.

Oh, and there we were, in a world so wide,
With Pinocchio learning by our side,
No more deception, no more disguise,
Just the truth, and no more fibs to devise.

So bye, bye, Pinocchio's lies,
With each untruth, his nose would rise,
Singing, "This'll be the day that I turn to the truth,
And stop making my nose grow long in my youth."

Helter-skelter in his puppet strings,
He found the path to better things,
No more falsehood, no more denial,
Pinocchio learned to walk the mile.

And there we were, in a world so clear,
With a puppet who faced his fear,
His nose, it shrank, oh, what a prize,
As he walked away from his web of lies.

So bye, bye, Pinocchio's lies,
With each untruth, his nose would rise,
Singing, "This'll be the day that I turn to the truth,
And stop making my nose grow long in my youth."

And as Pinocchio chose the right way,
His nose grew no longer, day by day,
No more deceit, just clear blue skies,
For Pinocchio, no more telling lies.