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frank zappa - cosmik debris [halloween 73- october 20th] lyrics

the mystery man came over
an’ he said: “i’m outa-site!”

fz: okay? one, two, three . .

the mystery man came over
an’ he said: “i’m outa-site!”
he said, for a nominal service charge
i could reach nervonna t’nite

napoleon: ah . . . ha ha ha . .
fz: let’s make . . . one, two, three . .

the mystery man came over
an’ he said: “i’m outa-site!”
he said, for a nominal service charge
i could reach nervonna t’nite
if i was ready, willing ‘n able . .

fz: he he . . . then . . . right! you got it, ruth! here we go. one, two . . . we should give those l!cks numbers! ha ha ha! . . . her we go. one, two, three . .

the mystery man came over
an’ he said: “i’m outa-site!”
he said, for a nominal service charge
i could reach nervonna t’nite
if i was ready, willing ‘n able
to pay him his regular fee . .

fz: you need to put the “peek-a-boo” in there

if i was ready, willing ‘n able
to pay him his regular fee . .

fz: that’s it. the blues, ruth, this is the blues. one, two, three . .

the mystery man came over
an’ he said: “i’m outa-site!”
. . . to reach nervonna 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’ . .

fz: you missed . .
ruth: oh . .
fz: how about that?

look here brother . .

fz: you ready?
ruth: […]
fz: well, what’s the difference? the blues, ruth, you know? the sadness, the inner turmoil. on the harmony part. two, three . .

look here brother
who you jivin’ with that cosmik debris?

fz: that’s cool! that is so cool!
ruth: […] time […]

look here brother . .

ruth: right. exact place before you cued it
fz: right. one, two, three, four . .

look here brother
who you jivin’ with that cosmik debris?
look here brother . .

fz: there’s one in there . . . yeah, that’s right. the one that goes with the dominant chord . .
ruth: ha ha! ha ha! oh, god . .
fz: got it?
ruth: this song it used to be the place where i relaxed, you know?
fz: that’s right. you know those days are gone forever, ruth. on the eginning of “look here brother.” two, three, four . .

look here brother
who you jivin’ with that cosmik debris?

fz: good. two, two, three, four, one, two, three . . . no, no, i was counting the pattern while you’re playing. look . .
ruth: ah!

look here brother
. . . two, three, four, one, two, three, four . .
who you’re jivin’ with that cosmik debris?

fz: okay. one, two, three . .

look here brother
who you jivin’ with that cosmik debris?
(now who you jivin’ with that cosmik debris?)
look here brother . .

fz: […] with the dominant key
ruth: no, i will not, i will not do that
[…]

fz: alright. from the beginning. one, two, three, four . .

the mystery man came over
an’ he said: “i’m outa-site!”
he said, for a nominal service charge
i could reach nervonna 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
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

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
now, 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 might not believe this, little fella, but it’ll cure your asthma too!”
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

george: ha ha ha . . . i’m sorry, man!

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’ he held it to the light
so i sn-tched 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?
(now what kind of a geroo are you anyway?)
don’t you know
you could make more money as a butcher
so don’t you waste your time on me

fz: see, ruth, see how sensitive you are? okay. […] okay . .

- frank zappa lyrics

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