frank zappa – Stinkfoot scritto da admin 22 Gennaio 2016 (Well . . . ) Ahem. In the dark Where all the fevers grow Under the water (Yeah . . . ) Where the shark bubbles blow In the mornin’ (Mornin’ . . .) (Well . . .) 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? Hmm? Well, lemme straighten you out About a little Russian restaurant I know . . . (Get yer shoes ‘n socks on people, It’s right aroun’ the corner, Over by Tom Waits restaurant) 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, ladies and gentlemen, Scientists call this disease Bromidrosis But us regular folks Who might wear tennis shoes Or an occasional python boot Know this exquisite little inconvenience By the name of (Now watch this): STINK FOOT (Yes, indeed.) Y’know, my python boot is too tight I couldn’t get it off last night A week went by, an’ now it’s July I finally got it off An’ my girl-friend cry, She said: “STINK FOOT! STINK FOOT, darlin’ Your STINK FOOT puts the hurts on my nose! STINK FOOT! STINK FOOT! I ain’t lyin’, Can you rinse it off, d’you suppose?” Here Fido . . . Here Fido . . . Bring the slippers, little puppy . . . That’s a good dog! “Arf, arf, arf!” Sick . . . 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”? The poodle bites, the poodle chews it (Repeat + ad lib)