1. Dump the Stuff
Out (Yucky for Sure) [01:29]
Performed by: Boober with Gobo and Wembley
Oh how I wish, I could just swish up, That one special dish, That they thought was delish. But when I make something terrif, They pass out with only one whiff. And they say, Take it away. Throw the stuff out. Where there's a will, There is always some doubt. It may not be finished, But why mess about? It's probably yucky for sure. This soup's over done. That puree's too lumpy. My ring mold's too jumpy. My cakes way a ton. The turnip pie's burnt or it's raw. The souffle just walked through the door. And so it's, Take it away. Throw the stuff out. Where there's a will, There is always some doubt. It may not be finished, But why mess about? Ah, it's probably yucky for sure.
Performed by: Junior Gorg
Every spring it's the same old thing, Tidy up, "Junior!" "Coming Ma!", soon, You're grimy from your nose to your old shoe strings. Things would be different if I was king. I got sores on my toes and sores on my fingies. Dum, dum, dum, de, dum, di, dee. Every March it's the same old starch, Clean up, "Junior!", "Coming Pa!", soon, The castle is spotless from dungeon to porch. Things would be different if I was boss. I gets dirty and grubby tryin' to get the place tidy. Dum, dum, dum, de, dum, di, dee. Dum, dum, dum, de, dum, di, dee.
3. A Fraggle You
Can't See [01:42]
Performed by: The Fraggles
I've picked my share of radishes, But it seems I always leave the best behind. I've smiled at slimy sea monsters, And winked an eye and hoped that they'd be kind. We crossed our toes, held our nose, And closed our eyes and hoped that they'd be blind. But now at last those days are passed, It looks like we might have some peace of mind. Oh, you can't strum a mandolin that's fallen off your knee. And you can't ever hope to count the spots on a bumbly bee. And don't expect to find no peaches on that cherry tree. And you can't thump, you really can't thump, A Fraggle you can't see. Trouble's got my number, And his best friend danger's always by his side. Aw, heck, there's nothing wrong with danger, long as you're near some safe hole to hide. It's tough to ?? or rub it out when fear is gumming up your whole inside. But now my friend we'll round that bend, And let our travels take us far and wide. Oh, you can't strum a mandolin that's fallen off your knee. And you can't ever hope to count the spots on a bumbly bee. And don't expect to find no peaches on that cherry tree. And you can't thump, you really can't thump, A Fraggle you can't see. And you can't thump, you really can't thump, A Fraggle you can't see.