Jim Gordon (drums)
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John Guerin (drums)
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Aynsley Dunbar (drums)
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Ralph Humphrey (drums)
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Jack Bruce (bass)
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Erroneous (bass)
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Tom Fowler (bass)
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Frank Zappa (bass, lead vocals, guitar)
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George Duke (keyboards, background vocals)
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Don "Sugar Cane" Harris (violin)
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Jean-Luc Ponty (violin)
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Ruth Underwood (percussion)
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Ian Underwood (saxophone)
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Napoleon Murphy Brock (saxophone, background vocals)
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Sal Marquez (trumpet)
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Bruce Fowler (trombone)
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Ray Collins (background vocals)
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Kerry McNabb (background vocals)
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Susie Glower (background vocals)
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Debbie (background vocals)
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Lynn (background vocals)
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Ruben Ladron De Guevara (background vocals)
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Robert Camarena (background vocals)
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In the dark
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Where all the fevers grow
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Under the water
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Where the shark bubbles blow
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In the morning
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By your radio
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Do the walls close in to suffocate ya
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You ain't got no friends
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And all the others they hate ya
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'Cause the life you been leading gotta go
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(Well let me straighten you out?
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How 'bout a place I know?
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(Get your shoes and socks on people, it's right around the corner)
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Out through the night and the whispering breezes
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To the place where they keep the imaginary diseases
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Out through the night and the whispering breezes
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To the place where they keep the imaginary diseases
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(This has got to be the disease for you
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Now scientists call this disease, Brohm-a-drosis
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But us regular folks, who might wear tennis shoes
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or an occasional python boot,
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know this exquisite little inconvenience by the name of
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STINK-FOOT)
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You know
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My python boot is too tight
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I couldn't get it off last night
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A week went by
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And now it's July
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I finally got it off
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And my girlfriend cried, YOU GOT STINK-FOOT!
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Stink-foot, darlin'
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Your Stink-foot
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Puts a hurt on my nose
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Stink-foot, stink-foot, I ain't lyin'
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Can you rinse it off, do you suppose?
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(Here Fido, Fido, mpt, mpt, mpt, come here little puppy
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Bring the slippers
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Arf, arf, arf
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(C-R-A-S-H)
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Huhm, HAH, HAH, HAH...hmhmhm)
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SICK!
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(Well then Fido got up off the floor, and he rolled over
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and he looked me straight in the eye
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And you know what he said?
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"Once upon a time, somebody say to me"
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This is the dog talkin' now:
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"What is your, conceptual, continuity?"
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"Well I told 'em right then", Fido said
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"It should be easy to see
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The crux of the biscuit
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is the apostrophe"
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Well you know, the man that was talking to the dog
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looked at the dog, and he said
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Sort of staring in disbelief
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"You can't say that"
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he said
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"It doesn't, and you can't, I won't, and it don't
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it hasn't, it isn't, it even ain't, and it shouldn't
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it couldn't"
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He told him, "No, no, no"
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I told him, "Yes, yes, yes"
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I said, "I do it all the time
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Ain't this boogie a mess"?)
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The poodle bites, the poodle chews it
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(Repeat + ad lib)
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Stink Foot
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| Frank Zappa |
