Nothin worse than catching somebody else's STINK FOOT
-- Zappa --
Out through the night
An’ the whisperin’ breezes
To the place where they keep
The imaginary diseases . . .
Now scientists call this disease bromidrosis
(that’s right!)
And well they should
Even napoleon knows that
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
Y’know, my python boot is too tight
I couldn’t get it off last night
A week went by, an’ now it’s july
I finally got it off
An’ my girl-friend cry
"you got stink foot! stink foot, darlin’
Your stink foot puts a hurt on my nose!
Stink foot! stink foot! I ain’t lyin’,
Can you rinse it off, d’you suppose? "