Текст песни Cosmik Debris - Frank Zappa

The mystery man came over
And he said, "I'm out of 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 cosmic 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
And he sorta 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 Hi-Yo silver
And the dust of the Grand Wazoo
He said, "You might not believe this, little fella
But it'll fix that war pain for you too"

And I said, "Look here, brother" (thank you, masked man, thank you)
"Who you jivin' with that cosmic debris?"
Ah, masked man's a faggot
"Look here, brother, don't you waste your time on me"

"I've got troubles of my own," I said
"And you can't help me out
So take your meditations and your preparations
And cram it up yer snout"

"But I got a silver ball," he said
And held it on up to his horse
So I snatched it all away from him
And 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 mambo jumbos then
I told him he was goin' to sleep
I robbed his rings and his pocket watch
And everything else I found
I had that Swami (sucker) 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 pajamas has just gone up
And that old Swami have just gone down" (oh-oh)

Look here, Swami
Who you jivin' with that cosmic 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

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