Trash Heap has spoken her final word,
You should be gone now, with the absurd.
Go live your life now, in your own way.
Go take a walk now, have a nice day!

Nap time is coming with the trash cans,
Chin right up Gobo, please be a man.
Cheer up Mokey, please do not sing,
Act normal Wimbley, put down that thing!

Trash Heap is sneezing, might have a cold.
We feel real hungry, need to eat mold.
Doozers are coming to take the best radish,
Run now you Fraggles, who is the fastest!

Junior Gorg sees you, now are in trouble.
Better go run now, right on the double.
Ma Gorg will kill you, if she sees one of you.
Vamoosh all of you, or there will be Fraggle Stew!