She was standing there
Looking like an ad for  nervous tension
Man, she owned the vital statistics
I mean at the altitudes

Well I took off buzzed her twice
Dropped my flaps and made like wheels

Then I said baby, they'd dig you on Mars
You've got a wild transmitter
You came out of left field and tossed me a no hitter

I don't dig you Kookie
What you trying to say
I don't dig you Kookie
Kookie

You brought me life
With a charge like Doctor Frankenstein
I came on like whistlers mother
Now I'm a rockin' machine

I don't dig you Kookie
What you trying to say

I pack more yellow dust than old Wells Fargo
(Now I'm receiving)
Just yesterday I bought down south Chicago
(You're coming through loud and clear)
Well I make ceaser salads out of Long John grain
(Oh you finally made my rain ice cream)
With a blip like a ship

Now I dig you Kookie
Now I'm truly hip
Now I dig you Kookie
Kookie

Baby, we must crawl some caves
Those beatniks are a boot
Dad, this is the launching pad
Let's atomise my loot

Now I dig you Kookie
Kookie

We're going to latch on to a Ferrari
The price a necklace at your favourite quarry
We'll buy them if the friendly merchant's
Just hold still
And settle for this twenty dollar bill
That's the total in the till

I don't dig you Kookie
A twenty dollar bill
That's the true moo baby
So chill, here's where you chill

Ah ah
I'm not really hip on gold
I was fooling, Kookie
Let's just drink expresso
In some cave that's not to spooky

I don't dig you baby
What you trying to say
I just did you Kookie
Kookie

I'm hip, I'm hipp

Mmm you are the ultimate confusion








