Cosmik Debris Lyrics

Frank Zappa - Cosmik Debris Lyrics

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Cosmik Debris Lyrics

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 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

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 . . . 



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