In the dark Where all the fevers grow Under the water Where the shark bubbles blow In the morning By your radio Do the walls close in to suffocate, yah You ain't got no friends And all the others they hate, yah Does the life you been leading gotta go? (Hmm?) (Well let me straighten you out) About a place I know (Get your shoes and socks on people, it's right around the corner)
Out through the night and the whispering breezes To the place where they keep the imaginary diseases Out through the night and the whispering breezes To the place where they keep the imaginary diseases
This has got to be the disease for you Now scientists call this disease, Brohm-a-drosis But us regular folks, who might wear tennis shoes or an occasional python boot, know this exquisite little inconvenience by the name of STINK-FOOT
You know My python boot is too tight I couldn't get it off last night A week went by And now it's July I finally got it off And my girlfriend cried, YOU GOT STINK-FOOT! Stink-foot, darlin'
Your Stink-foot Puts a hurt on my nose Stink-foot, stink-foot, I ain't lyin' Can you rinse it off, do you suppose? (Here Fido, Fido, mpt, mpt, mpt, come here little puppy Bring the slippers Arf, arf, arf (C-R-A-S-H) Huhm, HAH, HAH, HAH...hmhmhm) STINK!
Well then Fido got up off the floor, and he rolled over and he looked me straight in the eye And you know what he said? "Once upon a time, somebody say to me" This is the dog talkin' now "What is your, conceptual, continuity?" "Well I told 'em right then", Fido said "It should be easy to see "The crux of the biscuit is the apostrophe" Well you know, the man that was talking to the dog looked at the dog, and he said Sort of staring in disbelief "You can't say that" he said "It doesn't, and you can't, I won't, and it don't it hasn't, it isn't, it even ain't, and it shouldn't it couldn't" He told him, "No, no, no" I told him, "Yes, yes, yes" I said, "I do it all the time Ain't this boogie a mess"?