Stinky Feet (A Funny Song)

Stinky Feet

words by Rebecca Reynolds and Ry Wilson, music and performance by Ry Wilson
photo credit: Carey Pace (www.careypace.com)

V1
Once there was a bitty boy
with tinky stinky feet
His momma loved him dearly,
And she treated him so sweet.
His momma said to shower,
But the bitty boy would not
Because he got too busy
Doing stuff he liked a lot.

The smell kept getting stronger
It was harder to deny
It was all that she could do
When she was with him not to cry
“For goodness sakes
Did something die?”
his momma pinched her nose
“I’ve no idea,” the boy replied.
(But he knew it was his toes.)

CHORUS
Ooooooh. Stinky feet.( Feet. Feet.)
Ooooooh. Stinky feet.( Feet. Feet.)

They kind of smelled like pickle flavored                                                                                                  Popcorn topped with cheese
Like dog breath mixed with onions
mashed with skunk sprayed collard greens

Or possibly a fish stick
left to rot for half a week.
Like thirty dirty dishrags
heaping in the kitchen sink.

V2
The boy he liked to wander
All alone ’cause in the end
It proved odiferously
difficult to make new friends
He thought about his mother
How her love was always true
And gathered all his money
So his affections he could prove

He bought her fancy chocolates
And pretty wild flowers
And hurried back towards home
Made it there within the hour
She smiled oh so brightly
But inside was filled with dread
Cause the chocolates were all moldy
And the flowers all were dead

CHORUS
Ooooooh. Stinky feet.( Feet. Feet.)
Ooooooh. Stinky feet.( Feet. Feet.)

They kind of smelled like pickle flavored                                                                                                  Popcorn topped with cheese
Like dog breath mixed with onions
topped with skunk sprayed collard greens

Or possibly a fish stick
left to rot for half a week.
Like thirty dirty dishrags
Heaping in the kitchen sink.

V3
His momma loved him always
Despite his ceaseless rank
And every night she’d kiss him
Even though his footsies stank
Until one night when mosses
Had grown between his toes
Mushrooms filled his stockings
Then they grew right out the holes

Though momma worried deeply
when she saw his bulging feet
with all her frightened glances
tried her best to be discreet
And so she tucked his covers in
and sang a little song
but as her kiss fell on his cheek,
she turned into a frog.

CHORUS
Ooooooh. Stinky feet.( Feet. Feet.)
Ooooooh. Stinky feet.( Feet. Feet.)

They kind of smelled like pickle flavored                                                                                                  Popcorn topped with cheese
Like dog breath mixed with onions
topped with skunk sprayed collard greens

Or possibly a fish stick
left to rot for half a week.
Like thirty dirty dishrags
Heaping in the kitchen sink.

Ooooooh. Stinky feet.( Feet. Feet.)
Ooooooh. Stinky feet.( Feet. Feet.)
Ooooooh. Stinky feet.( Feet. Feet.)
Ooooooh. Those tinky stinky feet!

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Rebecca Reynolds

In the summer months, Rebecca lives on the back of a painted turtle who wanders the night sky collecting moon fizzles. She is the author of the acclaimed book, Courage, Dear Heart: Letters to a Weary World, and can be found at her website, Thistle and Toad

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