Lyrics

(chorus) A miracle of spring
A miracle of beauty
Bedazzled by the magic of one smile
A vision of loveliness
A universe of charms
We’ll never rest until you’re in our arms

(Nicky) Daffodils, Miss Piggy
Whippoorwills, Miss Piggy
Everything that’s lovely, warm, and spring, Miss Piggy
Fantasy, Miss Piggy
Ecstasy, Miss Piggy
All that’s fair or fine or wonderful or anything, Miss Piggy

(Nicky & chorus) When does the rapture begin and grow
Where does devotion and passion go

(chorus) Happiness, Miss Piggy
(Nicky & chorus) One caress, Miss Piggy
All the world’s ever wanted was you
A dream come true
Ah, Miss Piggy, it’s you

(Nicky & chorus) When does the rapture begin and grow
Where does devotion and passion go

(Kermit) Happiness, Miss Piggy
(Nicky) One caress, Miss Piggy
(Nicky & Kermit) All the world’s ever wanted was you
A dream come true
(Nicky & chorus) Ah, Miss Piggy, it’s you, it’s you, it’s you

Music and lyrics by Joe Raposo

I was a very imaginative kid. I made up characters like Flywin Cat and The Nut in the Front Row. I’d imagine myself into a nature documentary as both the rare creature and the naturalist at the same time, narrating my own actions. My mom once walked into the living room to find me sitting in the dog kennel, eating radishes, and watching the Frugal Gourmet.

I loved confined spaces like that, and one of my favorite spaces to hide away and imagine was the closet of a hotel room. Whenever my family would stay in a hotel, that’s where they’d inevitably find me. They’d ask what I was doing in there and laugh when I said, “Thinking.” I didn’t have to right words to describe that I needed some time to myself, to live in the elaborate worlds I was creating in my mind.

To this day, imaginary musical numbers like this one still happen in my head for nearly every song I listen to. Whether it’s something simple like singing with friends around a campfire, or a grand romantic gesture for me by some hypothetical cutie, my brain simply must imagine a scenario for the song I’m hearing. And in these daydreams, I can sing and dance and be a thousand times better than in reality. Piggy imagining herself starring in an elaborate water ballet with a chorus of background dancers and two men singing her praises? Still seems perfectly normal to me. Movies like this helped form my idea of “normal.”

Growing up with this film, I really took it for granted. I had no idea who Esther Williams was, how many nods to classic musicals the movie incorporates, or how much technical innovation was needed to make Muppets swim, blow bubbles, and dive. But I do remember asking and learning what “Your voice was dubbed” meant.