[Bert:]
I've been playing with drums for all these years, Ernie, absolutely all these years,
Been having soul for months,
Been being cool for a week.

I've always been playing drums, I know I've been playing drums,
Like the other people, very hard to explain why you can't play drums, even if you can't play drums.

[Bert laughs and starts drum-rolling. Ernie does that too.]

Terrence Allen Buddington: Planes, planes in the sky,
Just look at some of them fly,
Soar, but don't stop now,
Keep flying around, until you reach the ground.
For long it soars, and high it flies,
Above the clouds, and in the sky,
Below the grass, below the trees,
Is just the plane you'll ever see.

Terrence: Fly, birdie, fly.
Fly away, into the sky.
When you fly way up high,
Don't fly down, you've got to fly way up in the sky,
For long you soar and high you fly,
But only if the birds go by,
They're hatching from their little eggs,
And now they're walking with these legs.