Just who are these mystery men?
They've got a raw sound that's super Zen.
Or are they old ladies? Wrinkled old hags?
So what's the deal with those paper bags?
The record company loved their sound,
Gave them a deal to turn hits around.
The executive came to sign papers and meet,
but noticed our heroes had bad fungal feet.
"Now you two sure rock, and that ain't no lie,
toe-jam, however, with the public won't fly.
We'll get you medicine to fix that problem straight,
Cause your sound will sell millions, and we can't wait!"
So with the exec to the doctor they went.
Where lots of money was surely spent.
Prescription pills and a soothing foot gel,
would put that fungus in the depths of hell.
But our heroes have problems as all rock stars do.
Said one to the other: "Let's sniff foot gel like glue!"
Soon both of them got hooked on a terrible habit,
The taste of foot get saturated the pallet.
They sucked on their toes, but felt no disgrace,
Each one has green fungus all over their face.