No, Jeff
How do you know?
Man, this stuff is great
It's just as if Donovan himself had appeared on my very own
TV with words of peace, love, and eternal cosmic wisdom
Leading me, guiding me on paths of everlasting pseudo-carmic
Negligence in the very midst of my drug-induced nocturnal emission
Well, I am your good conscience, Jeff
I know all
I see all
I am a cosmic love pulse matrix, becoming a Technicolor interpositive
Hein?
Where'd you buy that incense?
It's here
It's the same mysterious, exotic, oriental
Fragrance as what the beetles get off on
I thought I recognized it
Mm, what is that?
Musk?
Ew, mm
Jeff, I know what's good for you
Right
You're heavy
Yes, Jeff
I am your guiding light
Listen to me, don't rip off the towels, Jeff
Piss off, you little nitwit
Hey, man, what's the deal?
Don't listen to him, Jeff
He's no good
He'll make you do bad things
You mean, he'll make me sin?
Yes, Jeff
Sin
Wow
Jeff, I'd like to have a word with you about your soul
No, don't listen Jeff
Why are you wasting your life night
After night playing this comedy music?
You're right, I'm too heavy to be in this group
Hmm, comedy music
Jeff, you're souled
In this group, all I ever get to do is play Zappa's comedy music
He eats
Jeff
I get so tense
Of course you do, my boy
The stuff he makes me do is always off the wall
That's why it would be best to leave this darn employ
And quit the group
You'll make it big
That's right
Of course
And then I won't be small
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
Ahmet Ertegun used this towel as a bath mat six weeks
Ago at a rancid motel in Orlando, Florida, with the
Highest mildew rating of any commercial lodging facility
Within the territorial limits of the United States
Naturally, excluding tropical possessions
It's still damp
What an aroma
This is the best I ever got off
What can I say about this elixir?
Try it on steaks, it cleans nylons, small craft warnings
It's great for the home, the office, on fruits
This is the real you, Jeff
Rip off a few more ashtrays, get rid of some of that inner tension
Quit the comedy group
Get your own group together
Heavy
Like Grand Funk?
Or Black Sabbath
No, Jeff
We're coming
Peace
Love
Bollocks
What can I say about this elixir?
Jeff has gone out there on that stuff
He should never have used the elixir and only stuck to the incense
Oh, Atlantis
That was Billy the Mountain dressed up like Donovan
Fading out on the wall-mounted TV screen
Jeff is flipping out
Road fatigue
We've got to get him back to normal before Zappa finds
Out and steals it and makes him do it in the movie
You have a brilliant career ahead of you, my boy
Just get out of this group
Howard, that was Studebaker Hawk dressed up like Jim Pons, giving
Career guidance to the bass player of a rock-oriented comedy group
Jeff's imagination has gone beyond
The fringe of audience comprehension
Jeff, Jeff, it's me, the fluorescent leech
Jeff, Jeff, it's me, Eddie
What can I say about this elixir?
Put it on your steaks
You should clean your swimming pool
Sell it to your mother and tell her it's a rich dye, dye kit
You won't even believe what'll happen
When you starch your shirt with it
Ironing nose easier
Car windows never looked better in your whole life
Ladies and gentlemen, you can inhale it
And it makes your voice three keys higher
And you can't even stand what happens when you put it on your hair
Put it on your hair
Try your bike seats
And if you ever tried it as a- What?
What can I...
What, what can I say about this?
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