Hear them sing, Piggy's pink it's true, she's a muppet.
They are many things, Sam was born true blue, He's a muppet.
Mmmm, Show scores, it is solid gold,
Singing and playing their roles, they're the muppets.

There's that Beaker guy, seldom moves his lips, Bunson's puppet.
Gets a zinger when Bunson's switch gets flipped. that poor muppet.
Mmmm, Kermit sometimes plays in the band,
But for this famous troop, he is in full command.

They're not puppets, they're the muppets.

That drummer boy, sometimes he'll annoy,
Animal plays them for you.
Beats so thunder-ful, He plays loud and bold,
Can play anything, it's true.

They're not puppets, they're the muppets.

They're entertainment kings, they're following's a throng, they're the muppets.
Old guys ignite and give them the gong, these two muppets,
Mmmm, Stat and Wald they don't like anything,
They watch the muppets, they knock cold with stings, on our muppets.

They're shocking, rocking, jesting, loving muppets,
Just banging out their thing,
They don't need no strings, doo doo mmm dah dah...