The Mystery Man came over An' he said: "I'm outta 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 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 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 Aphrodite An' the dust of the Grand Wazoo He said: "You might not believe this, little fella But it'll cure your Asthma too!" And 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 and 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 and pocket watch And 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 shanti, ohm shanti, ohm shanti-ohm Shanti
