The name of this song is
Stink
Foot.
Arf!
In the dark, where all the fevers grow,
under the water, where the shark bubbles go,
Oh, in the morning, by your radio,
do the walls close in the suffocate you?
You ain't got no friends and all
the others that hate you,
does the life you've
been leading gotta go?
Let me sweeten you and
Ruth out about a place I know.
Get your shoes an d socks on people,
it's right around the corner,
out there through the tundra.
Out through the night and the
whisperin' breezes
To the place where they keep the
imaginary diseases
Out through the night and the
whisperin' breezes
To the place where they keep
the imaginary diseases
Well,
scientists call this disease bromodrosis, that's right, and well they should, but us
regular citizens of
Buffalo, who might be tempted to wear a
ten nis shoe or an occasional
python boot, know this exquisite little inconvenience
by the name of, and just repeat after
Napoleon,
You know my python boot was 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 cries she said you got
snake foot
Your stink foot puts the hurts on my nose
Stink foot, stink foot,
I ain't lyin', can
you rinse it off, do you suppose
Well, here,
Fido, here,
Fido, ring the sniffer's
little puppy
Yes, that's a good dog, such a good dog
Erf!
Erf!
Erf!
Sir!