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
    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 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!"
    An' 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 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 shonty, ohm shonty, ohm shonty-ohm