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letra de cosmik debris [the dub room special!] - frank zappa

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 sn-tched 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

- frank zappa

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