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]
You're 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? (Hmm)
Have I got taste? (Hmm)
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!