(Well . . . )
Ahem. In the dark
Where all the fevers grow
Under the water (Yeah . . . )
Where the shark bubbles blow
In the mornin' (Mornin’ . . .) (Well . . .)
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 been livin' gotta go? Hmm?
Well, lemme straighten you out
About a place I know . .
(Get yer shoes 'n socks on people
It's right aroun' the corner
Over by Tom Waits restaurant)
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, ladies and gentlemen
Scientists call this disease
Bromidrosis
But us regular folks
Who might wear tennis shoes
Or an occasional python boot
Know this exquisite little inconvenience
By the name of
(Now watch this):
STINK FOOT
(Yes, indeed.)
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
She said: "STINK FOOT!
STINK FOOT, darlin'
Your STINK FOOT puts the hurts on my nose!
STINK FOOT! STINK FOOT! I ain't lyin'
Can you rinse it off, d’you suppose?"
Here Fido . . . Here Fido . .
Bring the slippers, little puppy . .
That's a good dog!
"Arf, arf, arf!"
Sick . .
FZ: Oh, that's enough of that!