Frank Zappa Cosmik Debris Lyrics
            The Mystery Man came over
            An' he said: "I'm outa-site!"
            He said, for a nominal service charge,
            I could reach nirvana t'nite
            If I was ready, willing 'n able
            To pay him his regular fee
            He would drop all the rest of his pressing affairs
            And devote His Attention to me
            But I said . . .
            Look here brother,
            Who you jivin' with that Cosmik Debris?
            (Now who you jivin' with that Cosmik Debris?)
            Look here brother,
            Don't you waste your time on me
        
            The Mystery Man got nervous
            An' he fidget around a bit
            He reached in the pocket of his Mystery Robe
            An' he whipped out a shaving kit
            Now, I thought it was a razor
            An' a can of foamin' goo
            But he told me right then when the top popped open
            There was nothin' his box won't do
            With the oil of Afro-dytee
            An' the dust of the Grand Wazoo
            He said:
            "You might not believe this, little fella, but it'll cure your Asthma too!"
            An' I said . . .
            Look here brother,
            Who you jivin' with that Cosmik Debris?
            (Now what kind of a geroo are you anyway?)
            Look here brother,
            Don't you waste your time on me
            Don't waste yer time . . .
        
            I've got troubles of my own, I said
            An' you can't help me out
            So take your meditations an' your preparations
            An' ram it up yer snout
            "BUT I GOT A CRYSTAL BALL!," he said
            An' held it to the light
            So I s_____ed it
            All away from him
            An' I showed him how to do it right
            I wrapped a newspaper 'round my head
            So I'd look like I was Deep
            I said some Mumbo Jumbos then
            An' told him he was goin' to sleep
            I robbed his rings
            An' pocket watch
            An' everything else I found
            I had that sucker hypnotized
            He couldn't even make a sound
            I proceeded to tell him his future then
            As long as he was hanging around,
            I said
            "The price of meat has just gone up
            An' yer ol' lady has just gone down . . . "
            Look here brother,
            Who you jivin' with that Cosmik Debris?
            (Now is that a real poncho or is that a Sears poncho?)
            Don't you know,
            You could make more money as a butcher,
            So don't you waste your time on me
            (Don't waste it, don't waste your time on me . . . )
            Ohm shonty, ohm shonty, ohm shonty-ohm
            SSHONTAY
        
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