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