Cosmik Debris

The Mystery Man came over
An' he said: "I'm outta sight!"
He said, for a nominal service charge
I could reach Nirvana tonight
If I was ready, willing and 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
And he whipped out a shaving kit
Now, I thought it was a razor
And 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 Aphrodite
An' the dust of the Grand Wazoo
He said
"You might not believe this, little fella
But it'll cure your Asthma too!

And 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 your time

"I've got troubles of my own" I said
"And you can't help me out
So take your meditations and your preparations
And ram it up your snout"
"But I got a kristol bol!", he said
And held it to the light
So I snatched it all away from him
And 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 and pocket watch
And 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
And your old lady has just gone down