I keep drinking malted milk, trying to drive my blues away.
I keep drinking malted milk, trying to drive my blues away.
Baby, you're just as [bad word] to my loving as the flowers is in May. 

Malted milk, malted milk, [bad word] to my head.
Malted milk, malted milk, [bad word] to my head.
And I have a funny, funny feeling and I'm talking all out my head. 

Baby, fix me one more drink and hug your daddy one more time.
Baby, fix me one more drink and hug your daddy one more time.
Keep on stirring my malted milk, mama, until I change my mind. 

My doorknob keeps on turning, there must be spooks around my bed.
My doorknob keeps on turning, there must be spooks around my bed.
And I have a funny, funny feeling and the hair's rising on my head.