Cosmic Charlie, how do you do? Truckin' in style along the avenue Dum-de-dum-de-doodley-doo Go on home, your mama's calling you

Calico, can you 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

Cat 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 coming as the old ones go Everything's moving here but much too slow Little bit, 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 deep 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 (Calling you) Go on home, your mama's calling you (Calling you) Go on home, your mama's calling you Go on home, your mama's calling you