Like a song
written by Yoko Ono,
just plug your ears,
cause this might sound to you
a bit gross.
But there is a place
where the bugs go hiding:
right between my toes.
That's where you'll find them.

CHORUS:
Inbetween my toes,
there's an endless fungus.
There's the foot it chose,
and it's real humongous,
and I have seen some real bad feet,
and this is not a good one, honey!

Because of this,
I am wishing that I would die.
Because of this,
I found a million reasons to cry.
But my foot's not mine.
Hey, that part is over.
Now my feet belong
to arthritis!

CHORUS

I hate it more than all that's on the planet,
growin', eatin', itchin', burning.
You know it sucks,
and baby it's not funny.
I almost don't believe it.
As every amoeba hangs on to it,
As they're hanging from my toejam,
Like a girl that's tied to the railroad,
I'm tied up to this fungus.

CHORUS

Inbetween my toes, WHOA.
There's the foot it chose,
and it's real humongous,
and I have seen some real bad feet,
and this is not a good one.
This one's not a good one...