Stinkfoot - Live, 1988

Lyrics for Stinkfoot - Live, 1988

In the dark Where all the fevers grow, yeah Under the water Where the shark bubbles blow In the mornin' By your radio Do the walls close in to 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... (I get your shoes 'n socks on people because it's right aroun' the corner!) We go 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 scientists call this disease Bromhidrosis and well, they should But us regular folks who might wear tennis shoes Or an occasional python boot Know this exquisite little inconvenience by the name of stinkfoot Y'know, my python boot was too tight I couldn't get it off last night A week went by, an' now it's July I finally got that sucker off an' my girl-friend cry "You got stinkfoot Stinkfoot, darlin' Your stinken foot puts a hurt on my nose! Stinkfoot, stinkfoot I ain't lyin' Can you rinse it off, d'you suppose?" Well, here Fido, here Fido Bring the slippers little puppy Fido Alright, alright, Fido my faithful friend of the canine world I asked you to bring the slippers, you didn't bring the slippers Every night it's the same problem Why do you not bring me the slippers? "Arf, arf, arf, arf, arf!" Literally translated, this means "Oh, Frank, I was so stoned I couldn't keep them in my mouth" And once again I've to inform you Fido, my charming little canine friend That you must be punished So take your punishment, here it comes Position one Position two Position three and there we have it A thoroughly punished poodle Live on stage in Philadelphia Goddamn, it's sick!