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