Stinkfoot [original version]

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Frank Vincent Zappa (December 21, 1940 – December 4, 1993) was an American composer, singer-songwriter, guitarist, recording engineer, record producer and film director. In a career spanning more than 30 years, Zappa wrote rock, jazz, orchestral and musique concrète works. He also directed feature-length films and music videos, and designed album covers. Zappa produced almost all of the more than 60 albums he released with the band The Mothers of Invention and as a solo artist. While in his teens, he acquired a taste for 20th-century classical composers such as Edgard Varèse, Igor Stravinsky, and Anton Webern along with 1950s rhythm and blues music. He began writing classical music in high school, while at the same time playing drums in rhythm and blues bands… more »

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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
(Get yer shoes 'n socks on people
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, mmm
This has to be the disease for you
Now scientists call this disease
Bromhidrosis but us regular folks
Who might wear tennis shoes
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 stink foot puts a hurt on my nose!
Stink foot! Stink foot! I ain't lyin'
Can you rinse it off, d'you suppose?"
Here, Fido, Fido
C'mere little puppy, bring the slippers
"Arf, arf, arf!"
(crash-crumble-bump-bump-bump)
Heh heh heh, sick

Well then Fido got up off the
Floor an' he rolled over
An' he looked me straight in the eye
An' you know what he said? Once upon a time
Somebody say to me
(This is a dog talkin' now)
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, you know
The man who was talkin' to the dog
Looked at the dog an' he said:
(sort of staring in disbelief)
"You can't say that!" he said:
"It doesn't, 'n you can't!
I won't, 'n it don't!
It hasn't, it isn't, it even ain't
'n it shouldn't it couldn't!"
He told me "no, no, no!"
I told him "yes, yes, yes!"
I said: "I do it all the time
Ain't this boogie a mess!" the poodle bites
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