Frank zappa (lead guitar, vocals) Napoleon murphy brock (saxophone, vocals) George duke (keyboards, vocals) Ruth underwood (percussion) Tom fowler (bass) Chester thompson (drums)
In the dark Where all the fevers grow Under the water (water) Where the shark bubbles blow In the mornin (mornin) By yer radio (radio!) Do the walls close in tsuffocate ya You aint got no friends . . . An all the others: they hate ya Does the life you been leadin gotta go? Well, let me straighten you out About a little russian restaurant I know . . . (get yer shoes n socks on people, it's right aroun the corner!)
Out through the night An the whisperin breezes To the place where they keep The imaginary diseases
Out through the night An the whisperin breezes To the place where they keep The imaginary diseases . . .
Now scientists call this disease bromidrosis (that's right!) And well they should Even napoleon knows that 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
Yknow, my python boot is too tight I couldnt get it off last night A week went by, an now it's july I finally got it off An my girl-friend cry You got stink foot! stink foot, darlin Your stink foot puts a hurt on my nose! Stink foot! stink foot! I aint lyin, Can you rinse it off, dyou suppose?
Here fido . . . fido . . . Here fido . . . bring the slippers little puppy Yes, that's a good dog! yes! Arf, arf, arf! [crash-crumble-bump-bump-bump] Sick . . .
And now, ladies and gentlemen, We have a song for you about flying saucers This song is going to be sung for you by george And the name of the song is inca roads