Mom always said I was special kid
But what if anyone find out what I did
While everyone was playing ball outside
I had a dirty little secret to hide
And I know what I'm talking about
I'd be dead if this secret ever got out
There's no way I could make them understand
Why I went I went to puppet camp
Foam rubber, feathers and hot glue
So much for us special kids to do
Rubber noses and googlely eyes
But I was toying with social suicide
You have to learn to keep it quiet because
It's not cool to be the next Frank Oz
You have to learn to grow a thick skin
When your hero is Jim Henson