I have often walked, down this street before,
With Maria, Mr. Hooper and Muppets galore.
And I can't say why, I think Big Bird's bi,
Things are queer on the street where I live.

I've caught Grover once, all gagged up and bound,
With a rubber ball in mouth, so he can't make a sound.
I've seen Piggy pour, chocolate sauce and more.
Things are strange on the street where I live.

And Oh, the really queer feeling,
Just to know, that it is all here.
And if Charles G. isn't reeling,
At this song, maybe, it will certainly appear.

I say "I don't care, let him censor me!"
"I'll write parodies on the street that they call Sesame!"
And if Big Bird's Bi, I will just say "Hi!"
And shack up with old Bob where he lives!