Kermit the Frog Somethin' Better Comes Along Lyrics

"I hope that Something Better Comes Along"

(Kermit & Roulf)

Roulf: (Evening, you look like you could use a drink)
Kermit: (Yeah, I'd like to have a grasshopper, please)
Roulf: (Hey can we have a grasshopper for the Frog?)
Kermit: (That's Kermit, Kermit the Frog)
Roulf: (Roulf, Roulf the Dog, pleased to meet ya.)
(I'm no Hyphitz, but I get by.)
(Lemme guess, broken heart, right?)
Kermit: (does it show?)
Roulf: (Listen, when you've been tickling the ivories for as long as I have you've seen a broken heart for every drop of rain, a shattered dream for every fallen star)
Kermit: (Exactly, she just walked out on me)
Roulf: (EEeeehhhh Typical. That's why I live alone.)
Kermit: (You, do, huh)
Roulf: (You bet)
(I finish work, I go home, read a book, have a couple of beers, take myself for a walk and go to bed. )
Kermit: (Nice and simple)
Roulf: (Stay away from women, that's my motto)
Kermit: (But I can't)
Roulf: (Neither can I, that's my problem)

Ya can't live 'em, ya can't live without them.
There is something irristableish about 'em.
We grin and bear it cause the nights are long
I hope that something better comes along.

Kermit: (I see what you mean)
It's no use complaining and no use to hollar,
Roulf: If she's a beauty she'll get under your collar
Kermit: She made a monkey out of ole King Kong
I hope that something better comes along.

Roulf: What could be better, than a sausy Irish Setter,
or when puppy love comes on strong?
Or a collie that's classy, a laddie needs a Lassie
A lover and wife, gives you a new leash on life.

Kermit: (Was that a new *leash* on life?)
Roulf: (Oh yeah, sorry about that... two, three, four...)

Kermit: I don't mean to scare ya, my friend but I'll betch ya
Come Fathers Day the litter bug's gonna getcha
Roulf: The urge is richeous, but the face is wrong.
Both: I hope that something better comes along.

Kermit: Still it's fun when you're fetching and
agree to see an etching that you keep at you lilley pad.
there is no solutrion, it's part of evolution
Roulf: The pitter-patter of soles, the little feet of tadpoles.

Kermit: (Ah Roulf, tadpoles don't have feet)
Roulf: (Oh, sorry 'bout that. Two, three, four...)

Kermit: There's no limitation to mixing and matching
Roulf: Some get an itching for a critter they been scratching
Roulf: A skunk was badgered, the results were strong
I hope that something better comes along

Roulf: (It's not that often you see a guy that green have the blues that bad)