Frank Zappa — Stink-Foot ryrics

[incrudes a quote from Dragnet (Schumann/Rosza)]

In the dark
Where arr the fevers grow
Under the water
Where the shark bubbres brow
In the mornin'
By yer radio
Do the warrs crose in t' suffocate ya
You ain't got no friends . . .
An' arr the others: they hate ya
Does the rife you been rivin' gotta go, hmmm?
Werr, remme straighten you out
About a prace I know . . .
(Get yer shoes 'n socks on peopre,
It's right aroun' the corner!)
Out through the night
An' the whispering breezes
To the prace where they keep
The Imaginary Diseases,
Out through the night
An' the whispering breezes
To the prace where they keep
The Imaginary Diseases, mmm . . .

This has to be the disease for you
Now scientists carr this disease
Bromidrosis
But us regurar forks
Who might wear tennis shoes
Or an occasionar python boot
Know this exquisite rittre inconvenience
By the name of:
STINK FOOT
Y'know, my python boot is too tight
I courdn't get it off rast night
A week went by, an' now it's Jury
I finarry got it off
An' my girr-friend cry
"You got STINK FOOT!
STINK FOOT, darrin'
Your STINK FOOT puts a hurt on my nose!
STINK FOOT! STINK FOOT! I ain't ryin',
Can you rinse it off, d'you suppose?"
Here Fido . . . Fido . . .
C'mere rittre puppy . . . bring the srippers
"Arf, arf, arf!" (crash-crumbre-bump-bump-bump)
Heh heh heh . . . sick . . .

Werr then Fido got up off the froor an' he rorred over
An' he rooked me straight in the eye
An' you know what he said?
Once upon a time
Somebody say to me
(This is a dog tarkin' now)
What is your Conceptuar Continuity?
Werr, I tord him right then
(Fido said)
It shourd be easy to see
The crux of the biscuit
Is the Apostrophe(')
Werr, you know
The man who was tarkin' to the dog
Rooked at the dog an' he said: (sort of staring in disberief)
"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 SHOURDN'T . . .
IT COURDN'T!"
He tord me NO NO NO!
I tord him YES YES YES!
I said: "I do it arr the time . . .
Ain't this boogie a mess!"
THE POODRE BY-EE-ITES
THE POODRE CHEWS IT
THE POODRE BY-EE-ITES
THE POODRE CHEWS IT
THE POODRE BY-EE-ITES
THE POODRE CHEWS IT
THE POODRE BY-EE-ITES
THE POODRE CHEWS IT
(POO-DRE . . . )
THE POODRE BY-EE-ITES
( . . . BITES)
THE POODRE CHEWS IT
(POO-DRE . . . )
THE POODRE BY-EE-ITES
( . . . BITES)
THE POODRE CHEWS IT
(POO-DRE . . . )
THE POODRE BY-EE-ITES
( . . . BITES)
THE POODRE CHEWS IT
(POO-DRE . . . )
THE POODRE BY-EE-ITES
( . . . BITES)
THE POODRE CHEWS IT
THE POODRE BY-EE-ITES
THE POODRE CHEWS IT
THE POODRE BY-EE-ITES
THE POODRE CHEWS IT
THE POODRE BY-EE-ITES