Cosmic Charlie, how do you do? Trucking in style along the avenue Dum de dum de doodley do Go on home your mama’s calling you
Kalico, kahlia, come tell me the news Calamity’s waiting for a way to get to her Rosy red and electric blue I bought you a paddle for your paper canoe
Say you’ll come back when you can Whenever your airplane happens to land Maybe I’ll be back here too It all depends on what’s with you
Hung up waiting for a windy day Kite on ice since the first of February Mama keeps saying that the wind might blow But standing here I say I just don’t know
New ones come in as the old ones go Everything’s moving here but much too slow now A little bit quicker and we might have time To say, “How do you do?” before we’re left behind
Calliope wail like a seaside zoo The very last lately inquired about you It’s really very one or two The first you wanted, the last I knew
I just wonder if you shouldn’t feel Less concerned about the people unreal The very first word is, “How do you do?” The last “Go home. Your mama’s calling you.” Calling you, calling you, calling you, calling you
Go on home your mama’s calling you Go on home your mama’s calling you Go on home your mama’s calling you Go on home your mama’s calling you