Frank Zappa — Cosmik Debris Little Dots

Well, the Mystery Man came over An' he said: "I’m outa-site!" He said, for a nominal service charge I can 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? 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 Well, 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 may not believe this, little fella But it’ll cure your Asthma too!" An' I said . . Look here brother I just can’t go for what you say Well, I've been on the streets since Tuesday Now why don't you just go away 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' 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 I 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? Go spread that stuff around San Francisco But don't you waste none of your time on me Thank you. Thank you