2 acessos
So hand me cuff links
(Fozzie: "Yes, sir!")
And straighten by tie
Just drench me in rich cologne
And don't ask me why
Go on and pluck me a boutonniere
Fozzie: Your movin' up and walkin' on air
Steppin' out with a star
And feelin' high
Come polish my wing tips
And call for the car (whistle)
I'll sweep her right off her feet
Wherever we are
Gonzo: A satin collar and velvet vest
I never settle for second best
Steppin' out with star
Sad times bye bye
Have I got style (Hmmmmmm)
Have I got taste (Hmmmmmm)
On someone else I swear
This savoir faire
Would be such a waste
Come toss me my top hat
I'm ready to fly
Bustin' into the upper crust
As easy as pie
Just watch my dreams come true
This was somethin' I was born to do
Steppin' out with a star
That star is you
Fozzie: Have you got class?
Have I got class
Fozzie: Have you got chic
Have I got chic
Fozzie: To think that you and me were nobody
Why only last week
I'm ready to fly
At least I can try
Just watch my dreams come true
This is somethin' I was born to do
Steppin' out with a star
Bye bad times
Steppin' out with a star
Hey good times
Steppin' out with a star
And feelin' high
Yeah!