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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 |
