Cure Kit

Open the package, put down the knife
The cover letter, I read it twice
Put on the headdress and this bolo tie
And you'll forget her before tonight
Put on these contacts Houdini wore
Ben Hogan's golf slacks, and one thing more
Drink down this potion, repeat this line
Abraca-dabra, ca-do, or ca-die
Get her outta my mind

It's my cure kit, 3 pairs of dice
A copy of Life, the year-end issue
Cure kit, the words to Danny Boy
Written on a Kleenex tissue
Add a lighter from a caddy seville
And then follow the directions

Just west of vineland the air is clear
Looks like New England when Santa Ana comes through here
Her stuff's in boxes out in the hall
I'll cut the phone lines in case she calls
And pours on that voodoo I can't resist
Fog up my glasses as I drink all of it
But I've got my cure kit, the mantra's memorized
Abraca-dabra, ca-do, or ca-die
Get her outta my mind

Only primal screams
Can mask the sound, drown her out
Come and try my remedies for the poison they call love