Frank Zappa — Stink-Foot The Dub Room Special

(Well . . . ) Ahem. In the dark Where all the fevers grow Under the water (Yeah . . . ) Where the shark bubbles blow In the mornin' (Mornin’ . . .) (Well . . .) By yer radio Do the walls close in t' suffocate ya You ain't got no friends . . An’ all the others: they hate ya Does the life you been livin' gotta go? Hmm? Well, lemme straighten you out About a place I know . . (Get yer shoes 'n socks on people It's right aroun' the corner Over by Tom Waits restaurant) Out through the night An' the whispering breezes To the place where they keep The Imaginary Diseases Out through the night An' the whispering breezes To the place where they keep The Imaginary Diseases . . Now, ladies and gentlemen Scientists call this disease Bromidrosis But us regular folks Who might wear tennis shoes Or an occasional python boot Know this exquisite little inconvenience By the name of (Now watch this): STINK FOOT (Yes, indeed.) Y'know, my python boot is too tight I couldn’t get it off last night A week went by, an’ now it's July I finally got it off An’ my girl-friend cry She said: "STINK FOOT! STINK FOOT, darlin' Your STINK FOOT puts the hurts on my nose! STINK FOOT! STINK FOOT! I ain't lyin' Can you rinse it off, d’you suppose?" Here Fido . . . Here Fido . . Bring the slippers, little puppy . . That's a good dog! "Arf, arf, arf!" Sick . . FZ: Oh, that's enough of that!