Cosmik Debris

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    The Mystery Man came over
    An' he said: "I'm outa-site!"
    He said, for a nominal service charge,
    I could reach nervonna 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!"

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    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 KRISTL BOL!," he said
    An' held it to the light
    So I snatched 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 s

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    Composition: Frank Zappa

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