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.
Connie:: But Kookie, Kookie, lend me your comb.
Kookie, Kookie?
Edward: 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.
Connie: But Kookie?
Edward: I've got smog in my noggin ever since you made the scene
Connie: You're the utmost!
Edward: If you ever tool me out...dead, I'm the saddest, like a brain
Connie: The very utmost. Kookie, lend me your comb. Kookie, Kookie?
Edward: 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!
(Saxophone Solo)
Connie: Kookie, Kookie, lend me your comb.
Kookie, Kookie?
Edward: If you ever cut out, you might be a stray cat
'Cause when I'm flyin' solo, nowhere's we're on that!
Connie: Kookie, Kookie, lend me your comb.
Kookie, Kookie?
Edward: What's with this comb caper, baby? Why do you wanna latch up with my comb?
Connie: I just want you to stop combing your hair...& kiss me. You're the maximum utmost.
Edward: 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!
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.
Connie:: But Kookie, Kookie, lend me your comb.
Kookie, Kookie?
Edward: 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.
Connie: But Kookie?
Edward: I've got smog in my noggin ever since you made the scene
Connie: You're the utmost!
Edward: If you ever tool me out...dead, I'm the saddest, like a brain
Connie: The very utmost. Kookie, lend me your comb. Kookie, Kookie?
Edward: 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!
(Saxophone Solo)
Connie: Kookie, Kookie, lend me your comb.
Kookie, Kookie?
Edward: If you ever cut out, you might be a stray cat
'Cause when I'm flyin' solo, nowhere's we're on that!
Connie: Kookie, Kookie, lend me your comb.
Kookie, Kookie?
Edward: What's with this comb caper, baby? Why do you wanna latch up with my comb?
Connie: I just want you to stop combing your hair...& kiss me. You're the maximum utmost.
Edward: 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!