Frank zappa (lead guitar, vocals)

Napoleon murphy brock (saxophone, vocals)

George duke (keyboards, vocals)

Ruth underwood (percussion)

Tom fowler (bass)

Chester thompson (drums)



In the dark

Where all the fevers grow

Under the water

(water)

Where the shark bubbles blow

In the mornin'

(mornin')

By yer radio

(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 leadin' gotta go?

Well, let me straighten you out

About a little russian restaurant i know . . .

(get yer shoes 'n socks on people, it's right aroun' the corner!)



Out through the night

An' the whisperin' breezes

To the place where they keep

The imaginary diseases



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?"



Here fido . . . fido . . .

Here fido . . . bring the slippers little puppy

Yes, that's a good dog! yes!

"arf, arf, arf!"

[crash-crumble-bump-bump-bump]

Sick . . .



And now, ladies and gentlemen,

We have a song for you about flying saucers

This song is going to be sung for you by george

And the name of the song is inca roads


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