Sesame Street Songbook

C is for cookie That's good enough for me, C is for cookie, That's good enough for me, C is for cookie, That's good enough for me. Oh, cookie cookie cookie starts with c Oh, I love trash! Anything dirty or dingy or dusty Anything ragged or rotten or rusty Yes, I love trash

I have here a sneaker that's tattered and worn It's all full of holes and the laces are torn A gift from my mother the day I was born I love it because it's trash

Oh, I love trash! Anything dirty or dingy or dusty Anything ragged or rotten or rusty Yes, I love trash

I have here some newspaper thirteen months oldWhen someone socks me in the eye And they don't even tell me why That makes me mad

(Yeah, we're angry, very, very angry)

When I'm walkin' down the street And someone stomps upon my feet That makes me mad

(Yeah, we're angry, very, very angry)

Well, my hands get shaky and my knees get weak My voice sounds funny when I'm tryin' to speak I don't wanna see noone 'till way next week When I get MAD!

(Yeah, we're angry, very, very angry Real mad Yeah, we're angry, very, very angry)

When I try to climb a tree And then I fall and hurt my knee That makes me mad

(Yeah, we're angry, very, very angry)

And when I see some girls and boys And they won't let me share their toys That makes me mad!!

(Yeah, we're angry, very, very angry) Well, I feel so angry that I want to roar I wanna run home and slam the door I don't wanna see nobody no more When I get mad!

(Yeah, we're angry, very, very angry Real mad Yeah, we're angry, ahhhhh)

[The baritone Monotone breaks away from the group and joins Little Jerry at the mic. He's the voice singing the corresponding lines in brackets]

(Mad, mad, mad) When I get mad, my face turns red (Real mad) All my hair stands up on the top of my head (Mad, mad, mad) My eyes start cryin', it's a terrible scene I wanna let out a scream, WAAAAAHHHHH!

[Screams in the Monotones' face, sending him scurrying back to the group]

(Mad, mad Yeah, we're angry, very, very angry Real mad Yeah, we're angry, very, very angry)

When I see some kids at play And they tell ME to go away That makes me mad

(Yeah, we're angry, very, very angry)

My brother's naughty as can be And then my mother yells at me That makes me mad!

(Yeah, we're angry, very, very angry)

Well, I get so mad, I wanna stamp and shout I wanna scream and yell, and frown and pout Now my song is done and you've learned about bein' mad!!!

(Yeah, we're angry, very, very angry)

Woooo, mad!!!

(Yeah, we're angry, very, very angry)

Yeah, mad!!

(Yeah, we're angry, very, very angry)

I wrapped fish inside it; it's smelly and cold But I wouldn't trade it for a big pot o' gold! I love it because it's trash

Oh, I love trash! Anything dirty or dingy or dusty Anything ragged or rotten or rusty Yes, I love trash

I've a clock that won't work And an old telephone A broken umbrella, a rusty trombone And I am delighted to call them my own! I love them because they're trash

Oh, I love trash! Anything dirty or dingy or dusty Anything ragged or rotten or rusty Yes, I love, I love, I love trash!

ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQRSTUVWXYZ It's the most remarkable word I've ever seen.

ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQRSTUVWXYZ I wish I knew exactly what I mean. It starts out like an A-word, As anyone can see But somewhere in the middle It gets awfully QR to me.

ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQRSTUVWXYZ If I ever find out just what this word can mean, I'll be the smartest bird the world has ever seenRubber Ducky,I'm awfully fond of you!