What you need, Mr Wongo, with all due respect
is an injection of valium or two
a bucket of ice
would be very nice
your blood pressure's flying up too

sit back, relax, your eyelids are drooping
and other parts are doing as well
that valium's seekin
to inhibit your peekin'
at anything rhyming with jell

relax and calm down
and have a warm milk
take up knitting
it'll channel your nerves
cultivate roses
and contemplate moses
and stop thinking of Cheryl's big curves..

as the valium takes over
your hysteria's over
the big Chimp in White Coat's at the door
as he leads you out gently
you're wondering (mentally)
whether you just mightn't sleep on the floor...

(Berl & Meryl go feral..)