There's utter mayhem down in Sesame Street
Dismembered heads and puppet-y feet
'Cause another "Crazy Frog"
Has flipped and run amok
And he's shooting up everything
This psycho-Kermit, he has eyes so cold
There are so many puppets that he's filled with holes
And it's taking oh, so long
For the cops to come along
As he's making that Big Bird sing

You used to think he was a nice Kermy
So sweet and green he was a nice Kermy
But it's a froggy
It's a froggy hunt
In the midst of this, someone odd, he's
Enumerating all the dead bodies
'Cause he's silly
He's the silly Count

All round the Street there's bits all over the place
Here Ernie's ear, there a Fuzzy Face
And Frazzle's must be dead
'Cause I think I see his head
And not much more of anything

There's bits of muppet-stuffing everywhere
A cold-porridge-looking Baby Bear
Been hittin' Bert with whips
And Cookie's had his chips
Bits of fluff over everything

And you know he'll always keep shootin'
You know he's never gonna stop shootin'
'Cause he's crazy
He's crazy now

And the cops are calling "You, Kermit
Hands up, face down - or we shoot, Kermit"
You're goin'
You're goin' down