Frank Zappa — Cosmik Debris Halloween 73- late show

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 what kind of a geroo are you anyway?) Look here brother Don't you waste your time on me Well, 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 will cure your Asthma too!" An' 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 Georgie . . 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'VE GOT A KRISTL BOL!," he said An' he held it to the light So I snatched it All away from him