Stink-Foot [Philly ’76]

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
Because it's right aroun' the corner!)
You go 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 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
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
"You got STINK FOOT!
STINK FOOT, darlin'
Your STINKING 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 . .
Bring the slippers, little puppy
Fido!
Awright, awright, awright, hey!
Fido, my faithful friend of the canine world
I asked you to bring me the slippers
You didn't bring the slippers
Every night is the same problem
Why do you not bring me the slippers?
"Arf-arf, arf-arf-arf-arf, arf-arf-arf, arf-arf, arf-arf-arf-arf, arf, arf-arf-arf-arf!"
Literally translated this means
"Oh, Frank, I was so stoned I couldn't keep them in my mouth."
And once again I have to inform you, Fido, my charming little canine friend
That you must be punished, so take your punishment, here it comes . .
Position one
Position two
Position three
And there we have it, a thoroughly punished poodle, live on stage in Philadelphia, goddamn!
It's SICK!