The mystery man came over and he said I'm outa site.
He said for a nominal sevice charge you can reach nirvana tonight.
I was ready and willing and able to pay him his regular fee.
Then he'd drop all the rest of his present affairs and devote his attention to me.
I said. Look here brother who you jammin with that cosmic debris.
Now who you jammin with that cosmic debris.
Is that a real poncho ,or is that a Sears poncho.
Don't you know you can make better money as a butcher.
So don't you waste your time on me.
Words from a song by Frank Zappa
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