In the dark, where all the fevers grow. Under the water, where the shark bubbles blow. In the morning, by the radio. Till the walls close in to suffocate ya, you aint got no friends, and all the others they hate ya. Does the life you've been leading gotta go? Well let me straighten you out, about a place I know. Get your shoes and socks on people it's right around the corner. Out through the night and the whispering breezes to a place where they keep the imaginary diseases, out through the night and the whispering breezes to a place where they keep the imaginary diseases. This has to be the disease for you. Now scientist call this disease Broomidrosis, but us ordinary folks who might wear tennis shoes or an occasional Python boot know this exquisite little inconvenience by the name of stinkfoot.
Ya know my Python boot is too tight, I couldn't get it off last night, a week went by, and now it's July, I finally got it off and my girlfriend cried, you got stinkfoot, stinkfoot darling. Ya stinkfoot puts a hurt on my nose, stinkfoot, stinkfoot, I aint lying can ya rinse it off do you suppose? Here Fido, Fido, come here little puppy, bring the slippers, arf, arf, arf. (laughing) Stink.
Well Fido got up off the floor and he rolled over and he looked me straight in the eye, and ya know what he said?...Once upon a time, somebody say to me, (this is the dog talking) what is your conceptual continuity? Well I told him right then, (Fido said) it should be easy to see, the crux of the biscuit is the apostrophe! Well ya 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 you don't, it hasn't and it isn't, it even aint, and it shouldn't and it couldn't. He told me no, no, no, I told him yes, yes, yes. I said I do it all the time, aint this boogie a mess. The poodle bites it, the poodle chews it, (repeated several times).
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Lyrics submitted by james.