Dirty Frank Lyrics

Dirty Frank Dahmer he's a gourmet cook, yeah
I got a recipe for anglo-saxin soup, yeah
Wanted a pass
So she relaxed
Now the little groupie's getting chopped up in the back
I got a cupboard full of fleshy fresh ingredients
A very careful at the same time quite expedient
Eats meat
A release
Bus driving's harder on your head than on your feet

Dirty Frank
A Dirty Frank, yeah
A Dirty Frank
A Dirty Frank, yeah-yeah, ooh

A keeps it clean
A keeps it copaseptic
A little boys and girls their heads are all collected
A not crazy
A per se
Just a little strange
When he gets hungry
City state
Your town he will continue
A stadiums, tiny clubs, every venue
A his bus
A your trust
There goes another turned into crust

Dirty frank
A Dirty Frank, yeah
A Dirty Frank
Ooh, a Dirty Frank, yeah-yeah

Ooh, middle of the night we're stopped the freeway shoulder
A Frank's shoveling to bury the leftovers
A they're sunk
(He's drunk)
Now he's gonna drive I'm hiding in my bunk
The band all knows we're too afraid to mention
I don't want to be part of Frank's luncheon
I lose weight
I'll be safe
(Where's Mike Mccready?) My god he's been ate

Dirty frank
A Dirty Frank, yeah
A Dirty Frank, ooh
Dirty Frank, yeah-yeah

A Dirty Frank
A Dirty Frank, yeah-yeah
A Dirty Frank
A Dirty Frank, yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah

Ooh, why that Dirty Frank was a bad mother?
(Shut your mouth) Hey man, I'm just talking about Dirty Frank

Okay, I think that's enough