Cosmik Debris (Live)

歌詞

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 what kind of a MASKED MAN are you anyway?) Look here brother, Don't you waste your time on me The Mystery Man got nervous An' he sorta 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 Hi-Yo, Silver An' the dust of the Grand Wazoo He said: "You might not believe this, Tonto But it'll fix up that war-paint for ya too!" An' I said... Look here brother, (Thank you, Masked Man, thank you!) Who you jivin' with that Cosmik Debris? (Ah! Masked Man's a fag!) Look here brother, Don't you waste your time on me I've got troubles of my own, I said An' you can't help me out So take your meditations an' your preparations An' cram it up yer snout "BUT I GOT A SILVER BOL!," he said An' held it on up to his horse So I snatched it All away from him An' I showed him how to do it right, of course 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' his pocket watch An' everything else I found I had that sucker/swami hypnotized He couldn't even make a sound (Where'd you get those beautiful... ?) I proceeded to tell him his future then As long as he was hanging around, I said "The price of pyjamas has just gone up An' that ol' swami have just gone down... " (Uh-oh!) Look here swami, Who you jivin' with that Cosmik Debris? (Now is that a real poncho or is that a Seattle poncho? Who can tell anymore?) Don't you know, You could make more money in syndication, So don't you waste your trap on me (Don't Sri Chin, don't Sri Chinmoy on me...) Ohm shonty, ohm shonty, ohm NAVY-ohm FZ: Ray White, Chad Wackerman, Scott Thunes, Alan Zavod, Bobby Martin, Ike Willis. Thank you!