| The Mystery Man came over
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| An' he said: "I'm outa-site!"
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| He said, for a nominal service charge,
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| I could reach nervonna t'nite
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| If I was ready, willing 'n able
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| To pay him his regular fee
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| He would drop all the rest of his pressing affairs
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| And devote His Attention to me
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| But I said...
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| Look here brother,
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| Who you jivin' with that Cosmik Debris?
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| (Now who you jivin' with that Cosmik Debris?)
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| Look here brother,
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| Don't you waste your time on me
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| The Mystery Man got nervous
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| An' he fidget around a bit
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| He reached in the pocket of his Mystery Robe
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| An' he whipped out a shaving kit
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| Now, I thought it was a razor
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| An' a can of foamin' goo
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| But he told me right then when the top popped open
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| There was nothin' his box won't do
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| With the oil of Afro-dytee
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| An' the dust of the Grand Wazoo
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| He said:
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| "You might not believe this, little fella, but it'll cure your Asthma too!"
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| An' I said...
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| Look here brother,
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| Who you jivin' with that Cosmik Debris?
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| (Now what kind of a geroo are you anyway?)
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| Look here brother,
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| Don't you waste your time on me
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| Don't waste yer time...
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| I've got troubles of my own, I said
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| An' you can't help me out
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| So take your meditations an' your preparations
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| An' ram it up yer snout
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| "BUT I GOT A KRISTL BOL!," he said
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| An' held it to the light
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| So I snatched it
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| All away from him
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| An' I showed him how to do it right
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| I wrapped a newspaper 'round my head
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| So I'd look like I was Deep
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| I said some Mumbo Jumbos then
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| An' told him he was goin' to sleep
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| I robbed his rings
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| An' pocket watch
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| An' everything else I found
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| I had that sucker hypnotized
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| He couldn't even make a sound
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| I proceeded to tell him his future then
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| As long as he was hanging around,
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| I said
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| "The price of meat has just gone up
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| An' yer ol' lady has just gone down..."
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| Look here brother,
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| Who you jivin' with that Cosmik Debris?
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| (Now is that a real poncho or is that a Sears poncho?)
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| Don't you know,
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| You could make more money as a butcher,
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| So don't you waste your time on me
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| (Don't waste it, don't waste your time on me...)
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| Ohm shonty, ohm shonty, ohm shonty-ohm
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| SSHONTAY |