Kookie, Kookie, lend me your comb. Kookie, Kookie?
Well now, let's take it from the top & grab some wheels
& on the way we'll talk about some cuckoo deals.
But Kookie, Kookie, lend me your comb. Kookie, Kookie?
Now you're on the way, miss, and I'm reading you just fine.
Don't cut out of here till we get on Cloud 9.
But Kookie, Kookie?
I've got smog in my noggin ever since you made the scene
You're the utmost!
If you ever tool me out... dead, I'm the saddest, like a brain
The very utmost. Kookie, lend me your comb. Kookie, Kookie?
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!
Kookie, Kookie, lend me your comb. Kookie, Kookie?
If you ever cut out, you might be a stray cat.
'Cause when I'm flying solo, nowhere's we're on that!
Kookie, Kookie, lend me your comb. Kookie, Kookie?
What's with this comb caper, baby? Why do you wanna latch up with my comb?
I just want you to stop combing your hair and kiss me. You're the maximum utmost.
Well, I beans & I dreams going, I'm moving right now
'Cause that's the kind of scene that I dig.
Baby, you're the ginchiest!
Writer(s): Irving Taylor
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