歌曲 | Stink-Foot |
歌手 | Frank Zappa |
专辑 | FZ: OZ |
下载 | 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! |