I'm Kermit
I'm a nervous mess
This I must confess
They all see
right through my soul
and it takes a toll
Sometimes it really grinds my gears
when no one pays attention to me
for what seems like years
I cry and they
always say that I'm a nasty boy
So I'll
cry all I want to
I'll beg all I need to
I'll whine all I have to
until I get my way
But sometimes I feel like
There's no fighting the pain that
I feel every time that
I hear them say
"Nasty Boy"
"You Nasty Boy"
Get out of my way
'Cause starting today
They'll no longer say
"You nasty boy"
Get out of my way
'Cause starting today
the sky won't be grey
and they'll no longer say
"Nasty Boy"
