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!