CONNIE: Kookie, Kookie, lend me your comb. Kookie, Kookie?
EDWARD: Well now, let`s take it from the top & grab some wheels
& on the way we`ll talk about some cuckoo deals.
C: But Kookie, Kookie, lend me your comb. Kookie, Kookie?
E: Now you`re on the way, miss, & I`m readin` you just fine.
Don`t cut out of here till we get on Cloud 9.
C: But Kookie?
E: I`ve got smog in my noggin ever since you made the scene
C: You`re the utmost!
E: If you ever tool me out...dead, I`m the saddest, like a brain
C: The very utmost. Kookie, lend me your comb. Kookie, Kookie?
E: Man, I got my bruise lighters in my flapsy-colored pen
You`re gonna send me to that planet called...you know it, baby, the end!
(sax solo)
C: Kookie, Kookie, lend me your comb. Kookie, Kookie?
E: If you ever cut out, you might be a stray cat
`Cause when I`m flyin` solo, nowhere`s we`re on that!
C: Kookie, Kookie, lend me your comb. Kookie, Kookie?
E: What`s with this comb caper, baby? Why do you wanna latch up with my comb?
C: I just want you to stop combing your hair...& kiss me. You`re the maximum utmost.
E: Well, I beans & I dreams goin`, I`m movin` right now
`Cause that`s the kind of scene that I dig...baby, you`re the ginchiest!