[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, 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!
[Sax 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!