Lyrics:

Love, love is strange
Lots of people take it for pain
Once you've got it, you never wanna quit
After you've had it, you're havin' awful fits
Love is strange, love is strange

(spoken):
Phil: Hey, Don?
Don: What, Phil?
Phil: How would you call your baby home?
Don: Well, if I needed her real bad, I guess I would call her like this
(sung):
Baby, oh sweet baby
My sweet baby, please come home
(spoken):
Phil: Yeah, that ought to bring her home, Don!

People don't understand
They think love is money in the hand
Your sweet lovin' is better than a kiss
When you left me, sweet kisses I miss
Love is strange, love is strange