Frank Zappa - Stinkfoot Lyrics
Frank zappa (lead guitar, vocals)Napoleon murphy brock (saxophone, vocals)George duke (keyboards, vocals)Ruth underwood (percussion)Tom fowler (bass)Chester thompson (drums)In the darkWhere all the fevers growUnder the water(water)Where the shark bubbles blowIn the mornin(mornin)By yer radio(radio!)Do the walls close in tsuffocate yaYou aint got no friends . . .An all the others: they hate yaDoes the life you been leadin gotta go?Well, let me straighten you outAbout a little russian restaurant I know . . .(get yer shoes n socks on people, its right aroun the corner!)Out through the nightAn the whisperin breezesTo the place where they keepThe imaginary diseasesOut through the nightAn the whisperin breezesTo the place where they keepThe imaginary diseases . . .Now scientists call this disease bromidrosis(thats right!)And well they shouldEven napoleon knows thatBut us regular folksWho might wear a tennis shoeOr an occasional python bootKnow this exquisite little inconvenience by the name of:Stink footYknow, my python boot is too tightI couldnt get it off last nightA week went by, an now its julyI finally got it offAn my girl-friend cryYou got stink foot! stink foot, darlinYour stink foot puts a hurt on my nose!Stink foot! stink foot! I aint lyin,Can you rinse it off, dyou suppose?Here fido . . . fido . . .Here fido . . . bring the slippers little puppyYes, thats a good dog! yes!Arf, arf, arf![crash-crumble-bump-bump-bump]Sick . . .And now, ladies and gentlemen,We have a song for you about flying saucersThis song is going to be sung for you by georgeAnd the name of the song is inca roads
