Lyrics:

By Jack Nicholson & Robert Rafelson
'Supernatural, perhaps...'
'Change one tape, the entire process is regeared. Leisure: the
Inevitable by-product of our civilization. The tragedy of your times, my
Young friends, is
That you may get exactly what you want.'
Cop: 'Out...'
Mike: 'Oh'
Cop: 'Out... get outta here.'
Micky: 'Hi. What's going on?'
Cop: 'Move it! Out!'
Peter: 'Oh, hello officer, certainly glad to...'
Cop: 'Shut up!... Okay, weirdos...'
Director: 'Alright, fellas, will you come forward, please?'
Micky: 'Who's that?'
Director: 'Alright, now, jump up and down a little, huh, fellas? Get
Lost in it...''
Davy: 'Jump into this?!? What is this stuff?'
Director: '...there you go... very good. Look, you're supposed to be
Dandruff, fellas.'
All: 'Dandruff?'
Director: 'Will you work at it, please? Jump up and down a little
Bit...'
Playback: 'Dandruff, dandruff...'
Director: 'Good, that's better, that's good.'