(Mom monster rocking a baby monster in a crib. Girl monster, Frieda, looks on)



Frieda: Mom brought a bundle home the other day

It wasn't groceries

Or laundry

She called it a bundle of joy

I asked her, "Mom, what is this bundle of joy?"

And she said, "Frieda,

It's a baby boy!"



We got a brand new baby

He's gonna live here too

We got a brand new baby

But there's not much he can do



We got a brand new baby

Mom says he looks like me

We got a brand new baby

But I'm sure I don't agree



'Cause

He's got no clothes

And he's got no hair

And he spends the day

Just lying there

Mom goes, "Coochie-coo"

And he goes, "Woo woo"

So what's a poor sister to do?



(to baby) Wanna play ball?

(baby babbles)

Wanna play tag?

(baby babbles)

Wanna hear a story?

(baby babbles)

Sorry! Oh brother...



We got a brand new baby

He really loves to cry!

I'd really like to like him

And I'll try, oh boy, I'll try

We got a brand new baby...

Will somebody tell me why?



(music ends)



Mom: Frieda? Would you like to come and hold the baby? Come on ... (Mom puts baby in Frieda's arms. Baby, babbling, bites Frieda's nose)



Frieda: Ow!



(baby laughs and babbles)



Frieda: Oh, you bit my nose ... But he is kind of cute - coochie-coochie-coo ...



(baby babbles and laughs)