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