(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)