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frank zappa – Stinkfoot

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(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)