Cosmic Charlie, "How do you do?"   Truckin' in style along the avenue   Dum de dum de doodley do   Go on home your mama's calling you      Kalico, kahlia tell me the news   Calamity's waitin' for the 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 coming as the old ones go   Every thing'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 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?"   But last "Go home your mama's calling you"   Calling you, calling you, calling you, calling you      Go on home your mama's callin' you   Go on home your mama's callin' you   Go on home your mama's callin' you   Go on home your mama's callin' you