Lyrics:

Nozzle, nodule, eraser, chip:
A few thoughts on the subject by a little nothing
What was so obviously strange
Yet mystifyingly true about the whole situation
Was Miss Connie Pallup's failure to grasp
That the time was indeed now
If she was ever to recover vitality
To her mortal envelope
Oh, sure, she liked perfume
And she had a lot of it too
But pampered wisps do not a clothdoll make
And there we have a lesson that is easier to speak of
Then it is to, how you say, live by