Cosmik Debris Lyrics - Apostrophe - Frank Zappa

The Mystery Man came over 

An' he said: "I'm outa-sight!" 

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 

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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 . . . 

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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 shonty-ohm 

SSHONTAY