Cosmik Debris
The Mystery Man came overand he said, "I'm outta sight!"He said for a nominal service charge,I could reach nirvana tonight.If I was ready, willing and ableto pay him his regular fee,he would drop all the rest of his pressing affairsand devote his attention to me.
But I said..."Look here, brotherWho you jiving with that cosmik debris?Who you jiving with that cosmik debris?Look here brother, don't you waste your time on me."
The Mystery Man got nervousas he fidgeted around a bit,he reached in the pocket of his mystery robeand he whipped out a shaving kit.Now I thought it was a razorand a can of foaming 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, and the dust of the Grand Wazoo.He said "You might not believe this, little fella,but it'll cure your asthma too."
But I said..."Look here brother,Who you jiving with that cosmik debris?Now what kind of a guru are you?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 preparationsand ram it up your snout!""But I got a crystal ball", he saidand he 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 looked like I was deep,I said some Mumbo Jumbos thenand I told him he was going to sleep.I robbed his rings and pocket watchand everything else I foundI had that sucker hypnotizedHe couldn't even make a soundI proceeded to tell him his future thenAs long as he was hanging aroundI said: "The price of meat has just gone upAnd your old lady has just gone down... "
Look here, brotherWho you jivin' with that Cosmik Debris?Now, who you jiving?Don't you know,you could make more money as a butcherSo don't you waste your time on me