| CONNIE: Kookie, Kookie, lend me your comb. |
| Kookie, Kookie?
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| EDWARD: Well now, let’s take it from the top & grab some wheels
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| & on the way we’ll talk about some cuckoo deals.
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| C: But Kookie, Kookie, lend me your comb. |
| Kookie, Kookie?
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| E: Now you’re on the way, miss, & I’m readin' you just fine.
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| Don’t cut out of here till we get on Cloud 9.
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| C: But Kookie?
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| E: I’ve got smog in my noggin ever since you made the scene
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| C: You’re the utmost!
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| E: If you ever tool me out… dead, I’m the saddest, like a brain
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| C: The very utmost. |
| Kookie, lend me your comb. |
| Kookie, Kookie?
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| E: Man, I got my bruise lighters in my flapsy-colored pen
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| You’re gonna send me to that planet called… you know it, baby, the end!
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| (sax solo)
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| C: Kookie, Kookie, lend me your comb. |
| Kookie, Kookie?
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| E: If you ever cut out, you might be a stray cat
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| 'Cause when I’m flyin' solo, nowhere’s we’re on that!
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| C: Kookie, Kookie, lend me your comb. |
| Kookie, Kookie?
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| E: What’s with this comb caper, baby? |
| Why do you wanna latch up with my comb?
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| C: I just want you to stop combing your hair…& kiss me. |
| You’re the maximum
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| utmost.
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| E: Well, I beans & I dreams goin', I’m movin' right now
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| 'Cause that’s the kind of scene that I dig… baby, you’re the ginchiest! |