Luyện nghe bài hát Cosmik Debris (Live / 12-9-73 / Show 1)

The Mystery Man over
An' he "I'm outa-sight!"
He said, for a service charge,
I could Nirvana t'nite
If I was ready, 'n able
To pay him his fee
He would drop all the rest of his pressing
And devote His to me
But I . . .
here brother,
Who you jivin' with Cosmik Debris?
(Now who you jivin' that Cosmik Debris?)
here brother,
Don't you your time on me

The Man got nervous
An' he fidget a bit
He reached in the pocket of his Robe
An' he whipped out a kit
Now, I it was a razor
An' a can of goo
But he told me right then the top popped open
There was nothin' his box do
the oil of Afro-dytee
An' the dust of the Grand
He
"You not believe this,
little fella, but it'll cure Asthma too!"
An' I . . .
here brother,
Who you jivin' with that Cosmik
(Now what of a geroo are you anyway?)
Look brother,
Don't you your time on me
Don't waste yer . . .

I've got troubles of my own, I
An' you help me out
So take your meditations an' your
An' ram it up yer
"BUT I GOT A KRISTL BOL!", he
An' held it to the
So I it
All from him
An' I showed him how to do it
I wrapped a 'round my head
So I'd look I was Deep
I said Mumbo Jumbos then
An' him he was goin' to sleep
I robbed his
An' pocket
An' everything I found
I had sucker hypnotized
He couldn't even a sound
I proceeded to him his future then
As long as he was around,
I
"The price of meat has gone up
An' yer ol' lady has just down . . . "
Look brother,
Who you with that Cosmik Debris?
(Now is that a real or is that a Sears poncho?)
you know,
You could more money as a butcher,
So don't you waste your on me
(Don't waste it, don't waste your on me . . .)
Ohm shonty, ohm shonty, ohm