Frank Zappa — Cosmik Debris The Dub Room Special

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 Why, 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? (Well . . . ) (Who you jivin' with that Cosmik Debris? Why don't you sharpen it then?) Look here brother Don't you waste your time on . . 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 (Well . . . ) An' the dust of the Grand Wazoo He said: "You might not believe this, Mort, but it'll cure your crab cakes too!" An' I said hey . . Hey, look here Morty (Morty?) Who you jivin' with that Cosmik Debris? (Yes, indeed, who are you jivin' with that Cosmik Debris?) Look here brother Don't you waste your time on . . Go man, go . . George: Well . . Napoleon: Well . . FZ: Well . . . Hratche-plche, hratche . . . Well . . Napoleon: Crab George: Well . . 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 . . "BUT I GOT A KRISTL BOL!," he said An' he held it on up to the light So I snatched it All away from him An' I showed him how to do it right (Yes, let's boogie!) 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, yeah! 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 . . An' yer ol' lady has just gone . . . " Look here brother (Look here brother) Who you jivin' with that Cosmik Debris? (Now is that a real poncho or is that a Sears poncho? Or is it Bob Duffy's pants?) Don't you know You could make more money as a butcher So don't you waste your waste on me