Stinkfoot - Live / Helsinki, Finland / 1974

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've been leadin' gotta go?
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 miserable little disease
Podobromidrosis
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!
Y'know, my python boot was too tight
Couldn't get it off last night
Week went by, now it's July
I finally got it off
An' my girl-friend cry
"You've got 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?"
Well... Here Fido... Here Fido...
Bring the slippers, little puppy...
Yes, that's a good dog
Bring them over to Jimmy Swaggart, that's right