Well, the Mystery Man came over
An' he said: "I’m outa-site!"
He said, for a nominal service charge
I can reach nirvana 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?
Look here brother
Don't you waste your time on me

Well, the Mystery Man got nervous
An' he fidget around a bit
He reached in the pocket of his Mystery Robe
An' he whipped out a shaving kit
Well, 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 Afro-dytee
An’ the dust of the Grand Wazoo
He said:
"You may not believe this, little fella
But it’ll cure your Asthma too!"
An' I said . .
Look here brother
I just can’t go for what you say
Well, I've been on the streets since Tuesday
Now why don't you just go away
I've got troubles of my own, I said
An’ you can't help me out
So take your meditations an' your preparations
An' ram it up yer snout
"BUT I'VE 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
I told him he was goin' to sleep
I robbed his rings
An' pocket watch
An' 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?
Go spread that stuff around San Francisco
But don't you waste none of your time on me
Thank you. Thank you