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

The Mystery Man came
An' he "I'm outa-sight!"
He said, for a nominal charge,
I reach 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 with that Cosmik Debris?
(Now who you with that Cosmik Debris?)
Look brother,
you waste your time on me

The Mystery Man got
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
was nothin' his box won't do
With the oil of
An' the of the Grand Wazoo
He
"You might not this,
little fella, but it'll cure your too!"
An' I . . .
Look brother,
Who you jivin' with that Debris?
(Now what kind of a are you anyway?)
here brother,
Don't you waste time on me
Don't yer time . . .

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