Oh, my love and I were thinking

How low our boat was sinking

>From fishing for the bluze

Every lure we tried

Jonesey turned the tide

We lost our cool

Caught in whirlpools



Oh, so bland was our condition

We summoned black magicians

To wave a wand or two

Talismanic spells

Tannus root and, well

To tell the tale

Their magic failed



If that is all you want

Then I may be of service

If all you want is love

Well I may know of a special man

Whose love machine

Turns can't to can

With your mind in mind

With your mind in mind



Oh, the trance wore off by morning

A sentimental journey

Was hazily recalled

Though it sounds absurd

We're completely cured

And now we're fine

So fine, oh so fine

My love and I