Stink-Foot Lyrics
| Song | Stink-Foot |
| Artist | Frank Zappa |
| Album | Halloween [live] |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Zappa | |
| In the dark | |
| Where all the fevers grow | |
| Under the water | |
| Where the shark bubbles blow | |
| In the mornin' | |
| 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, hmmm? | |
| Well, lemme straighten you out | |
| About a place | |
| I know . . . (Now, get yer shoes 'n socks on people, 'Cause it's right aroun' the corner!) | |
| 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 stupid disease | |
| Bromidrosis | |
| And well they should | |
| But us regular folks | |
| Who might wear a tennis shoe | |
| Or an occasional python boot | |
| Know this exquisite little inconvenience | |
| By the name of: | |
| STINK FOOT | |
| How true that is! | |
| 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 STINK FOOT! STINK FOOT, darlin' Your STINKIN' FOOT puts the hurts on my nose! STINK FOOT! STINK FOOT! I ain't lyin', Can you rinse it off, d'you suppose?" | |
| Well . . . | |
| Here Fido . . . | |
| Here Fido . . . | |
| Fido! Fido, | |
| I asked you very specifically to please bring me the slippers (I know you did, Frank, but I was so stoned!) | |
| Fido, I asked you to bring me the slippers and | |
| I meant it! | |
| You did not bring them and that makes you liable to punishment, to the full extent of the law, right here live on stage in | |
| Sydney, Australia. (Oh, hurt me, hurt me, hurt me!) | |
| Very well, then, | |
| Fido, this is for your own good . . . | |
| Sick! |
| zuo ci : Zappa | |
| In the dark | |
| Where all the fevers grow | |
| Under the water | |
| Where the shark bubbles blow | |
| In the mornin' | |
| 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, hmmm? | |
| Well, lemme straighten you out | |
| About a place | |
| I know . . . Now, get yer shoes ' n socks on people, ' Cause it' s right aroun' the corner! | |
| 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 stupid disease | |
| Bromidrosis | |
| And well they should | |
| But us regular folks | |
| Who might wear a tennis shoe | |
| Or an occasional python boot | |
| Know this exquisite little inconvenience | |
| By the name of: | |
| STINK FOOT | |
| How true that is! | |
| 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 girlfriend cry " You got STINK FOOT! STINK FOOT, darlin' Your STINKIN' FOOT puts the hurts on my nose! STINK FOOT! STINK FOOT! I ain' t lyin', Can you rinse it off, d' you suppose?" | |
| Well . . . | |
| Here Fido . . . | |
| Here Fido . . . | |
| Fido! Fido, | |
| I asked you very specifically to please bring me the slippers I know you did, Frank, but I was so stoned! | |
| Fido, I asked you to bring me the slippers and | |
| I meant it! | |
| You did not bring them and that makes you liable to punishment, to the full extent of the law, right here live on stage in | |
| Sydney, Australia. Oh, hurt me, hurt me, hurt me! | |
| Very well, then, | |
| Fido, this is for your own good . . . | |
| Sick! |
| zuò cí : Zappa | |
| In the dark | |
| Where all the fevers grow | |
| Under the water | |
| Where the shark bubbles blow | |
| In the mornin' | |
| 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, hmmm? | |
| Well, lemme straighten you out | |
| About a place | |
| I know . . . Now, get yer shoes ' n socks on people, ' Cause it' s right aroun' the corner! | |
| 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 stupid disease | |
| Bromidrosis | |
| And well they should | |
| But us regular folks | |
| Who might wear a tennis shoe | |
| Or an occasional python boot | |
| Know this exquisite little inconvenience | |
| By the name of: | |
| STINK FOOT | |
| How true that is! | |
| 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 girlfriend cry " You got STINK FOOT! STINK FOOT, darlin' Your STINKIN' FOOT puts the hurts on my nose! STINK FOOT! STINK FOOT! I ain' t lyin', Can you rinse it off, d' you suppose?" | |
| Well . . . | |
| Here Fido . . . | |
| Here Fido . . . | |
| Fido! Fido, | |
| I asked you very specifically to please bring me the slippers I know you did, Frank, but I was so stoned! | |
| Fido, I asked you to bring me the slippers and | |
| I meant it! | |
| You did not bring them and that makes you liable to punishment, to the full extent of the law, right here live on stage in | |
| Sydney, Australia. Oh, hurt me, hurt me, hurt me! | |
| Very well, then, | |
| Fido, this is for your own good . . . | |
| Sick! |
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