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

Why 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?

(Jivin'!)

(Who you jivin' with that Cosmik Debris?

Good God, ain't it funky now!)

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, Ralph

But it'll stuff your shoes and [...] too!"

An' I said hey . .

Look here brother

Who you jivin' with that Cosmik Debris?

(Jivin')

(Now what kind of a geroo are you anyway?)

Look here brother

Don't you waste your time on Napoleon

George: Ah, look, you know they tried to tell me

Napoleon: Whoa, get me out of gay Paris, oh yeah

George: Lord, that broad in the bathtub was a man

Napoleon: What did you say?

George: Oh, lord, don't you know he tried to tell me

Napoleon: Did you see that string around her back, George?

George: Lord, that that broad in the bathtub was a man

Napoleon: Oh, you know you gotta look so you'll understand ya'll

George: Well, did you know the source I heard from was fairly reliable? Whoa, don't you know that [...] be jivin' sometimes [...] I told that fool, I said listen that, that was a man [...] jive around the big lips on them. I said that's got to be a lady

Napoleon: You better, you better

George: Look out!

I've got troubles of my own, I said

(Oh, yeah, yeah)

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 on up 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

An' 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' unfortunately yer ol' lady has just gone down

What d'you think of that? "

Look here brother

Who you jivin' with that Cosmik Debris?

(Now is that a real poncho or is that a Sears poncho? Tell me)

Don't you know

You could make more money as a hooker

So don't you waste your time on me

FZ: Thank you! Gratia plena! . . . The name of this song is "Chester's Gorilla." One. Bwah. This number also features Ruth . . . One, two, three, four . .