Six Lyrics

SPOKEN:

Ernie: What are you doing, Bert?

Bert: Sitting and thinking.

Ernie: Thinking about what?

Bert: My favorite number.

Ernie: Oh? That's really ... boring, Bert.

Bert: Not my number, Ernie.

Ernie: Well, what is your favorite number?

Bert: I thought you'd never ask ...

SUNG:

Bert: Six

Ernie: Six?

Bert: My favorite number is six

Ernie: Bert, nobody's favorite number is six.

Bert: Sometimes I spend the whole afternoon
Sitting around, and singing a tune about

Six

Ernie: Six, hmm?

Bert: Sometimes I think of six bricks.

Ernie: Bert, that's very boring.

Bert: Or else I think of six sticks

Ernie: Well, that's even more boring.

Bert: Not five bricks or stick, but six

Now two is your eyes and one's your nose
And five is your fingers or your toes
And four is the legs on an easy chair
Yet there's no number can compare with

Six

Ernie: How about 9 or 3?

Bert: Nothing more lovely than six

Ernie: I don't know, Bert ...

Bert: When someone says, "Hey, Bert, pick a number"
Well, I always pick the one nobody picks --
My favorite number is six.

SPOKEN:

Ernie: You know, I hate to break this to you, Bert, but six isn't anybody's favorite number.

Bert: It's my favorite number, Ernie.

Ernie: I mean, six just sort of sits there between five and seven. You know, you have five fingers on your hand, and there are seven days in a week, but there's not really six of anything.

Bert: I know, Ernie, I know.

SUNG:

Now two is your eyes and one's your nose
And five is your fingers or your toes
And four is the legs on an easy chair
But there's no number can compare with

Six

Ernie: All right, Bert ...

Bert: Nothing more lovely than six.

Ernie: Have it your way.

When someone says, "Hey, Bert, pick a number"
Well, I always pick the one nobody picks --
My favorite number is six.

SPOKEN:

Bert: What are you doing, Ernie, can I sit in my chair now, huh?

Ernie: Not right now, I'm thinking about my favorite number.

Bert: What is it, Ernie, what is it?

Ernie: 8,243,721.

Bert: I still like six.