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!