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FZ: In the dark Where all the fevers grow Under the water Where the shark bubbles blow In the mornin' By your radio Do the walls close in to suffocate ya? You ain't got no friends And all the others, they hate ya Does the life you've been leadin' gotta go, huh? Let me straighten you out About a place I know Now get yer shoes and socks on people It's right around the corner Over by Delsener's house Out through the night And the whispering breezes To the place where they keep The imaginary diseases Out through the night And the whispering breezes To the place where they keep The imaginary diseases That's right And the an The answer to your question is Letras de cancionesIn January. Ok. Now you know 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 That's right. Wait a minute. You look, you look very familiar. Are you the guy - you're the guy?! C'mere. Get up here. Ladies and Gentlemen, I don't know how many of you people were at the Garrick Theater In uh '67, in the olden days. There's probably very few of you left but, Way back when, there were, there were these two guys That used to come to all the shows back then. Called themselves Loeb & Leopold. Well. Maybe it was their real name. I don't know. What is your real name? Audient: Mark convincing-but-unintelligible-surname FZ: Yes. It's so nice to see you again. You know what this guy used to do? You know what his idea of a good time was in those days? He would run up onto the stage And he would take the microphone And he would scream into it as loud as he could And then he would lay on the stage And wait for me to spit Pepsi-Cola all over his body. Right? Audience: Yay. Whistle, whistle. FZ: Whaddaya say? Heh heh heh. Aw, nevermind. He's all grown up now. That was ten years ago. It's okay. Yeah. Ok. Well, it's nice to see you again. Awright. Well I'll get a I'll get some Coca-Cola and give ya A little treat there in a while. Ok. 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 That's right. You know, my python boot is too tight I couldn't get it off last night A week went by Now it's July I finally got it off And my girlfriend cry She said, "STINK-FOOT! STINK-FOOT, darlin' Your Stinkin' Foot puts the hurts on my nose! STINK-FOOT! STINK-FOOT! I ain't lyin' Can you rinse it off, do you suppose?Ó Well. Here Fido. Here Fido Bring the slippers little puppy. Yes, that's a good dog. Here he comes now. "Arf. Arf. Arf. Arf" SICK! (FZ guitar solo) FZ: Awright. Awright. Awright awright. Awreety, awrighty. Ok. Okay now look. Let me explain something to you. Let me explain this to you. Just save the frenzy for the English groups. Hold it just a second. Listen. Here, here's my plan. Ordinarily, y'know We've played in New York so many times And we do the same encore all the time. Now some of you people hate this song And some of you people wanna hear it. For those of y ou who hate it, Sorry. We're gonna do it for the ones who like it But we'll, we'll give you something else to go along with it. But the song in question Here. C'm'ere. Okay. What's your name? Audient: Michelle FZ: Awright Michelle. Where's your friend? Okay. Bring your friend up here. Okay. What's your name? Audient: Alice FZ: Michelle and Alice are going to be my assistants for this song. Now. You know the part here. Just stand right there. I'll join you momentarily. Okay? The name of this song (chuckle) is Dinah-Moe Humm One, two, three, four From Letras Mania