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 welcome to my loving as the flowers 
is in May.
Malted milk, malted milk, keep rushing to my head.
Malted milk, malted milk, keep rushing 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.