Stink-Foot

(альбом: FZ:OZ - 2002)

In the dark
Where all the fevers grow
Under the water
Where the shark bubbles blow
In the morning
By yer radio
Do the walls close in t' suffocate ya
Ain't got no friends
An' all the others, they hate ya
Does the life you been living gotta go, hmmm?
Well, let me 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
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, darling
Your Stinking foot puts the hurts on my nose!
Stink foot! Stink foot! I ain't lying
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!