Everybody's scratching a brand-new rash, now.
(Come on, baby, calamine lotion!)
I know you got the cream, you got a great big stash, now.
(Come on, baby, calamine lotion!)
It ain't no baby powder, can't use it on these
the hives that make it look like a weird disease.
So come on, come on, the calamine lotion for me!

You got blisters on lips, now.
Come on, baby.
From front to back
oh, well, that stuff you got to pack!
Whoa, whoa.

Now that you can smear it, lend me the stuff, now.
(Come on, baby, calamine lotion!)
Scratcha scratcha motion, man, it's really tough, now.
(Come on, baby, calamine lotion!)
Rashes ain't easy, now, I lose control.
These things, well, they ain't freckles, no birthmark or mole.
So come on, come on, the calamine lotion for me!

(saxophone break)

Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow!
Move and give more of that soothing lotion.
(Come on, baby, calamine lotion!)
Squeeze it on my hands, it's a healing potion.
(Come on, baby, calamine lotion!)
There's never been a rash that the stuff can't subdue.
It's gonna make me happy, no more feeling blue.
So come on, come on, the calamine lotion for me!

You got blisters on lips, now.
Come on, baby.
From front to back.
It's feeling good.