"No matter where we go, you and I we both know / We're there for each other, so happy together / You might even say we're two birds of a feather," Ernie sings.
"Ernie, you are not a bird and he is made of rubber!" an increasingly exasperated Bert tells him.
"Oh, it's a figure of speech, Bert," Ernie says.
"Duckie I'm so lucky / rubba dubba dubbie / Yellow little buddy, squeeze you and squeeze you / I know it doesn't phase ya /The song my duckie plays (ah) / All raise your hands up / Let's hear what Rubber Duckie says(ah) / El paaaaa-tito," Ernie continues.
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