Lyrics

Dirty Frank

Dirty Frank Dahmer, he's a gourmet cook, yeah
I got a recipe for anglo-saxin, 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
Dirty Frank, yeah
Dirty Frank
Uh, dirty Frank, yeah

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
His bus, your trust
There goes another turned into crust

Dirty Frank
Ah, dirty Frank, yeah
Dirty Frank
Ah, dirty Frank, yeah

Yeah oh, watch it

Why that dirty Frank was a bad mother
Shut your mouth!
Hey man, I'm just talking about dirty Frank

Mmm, middle of the night, we're stopped, the freeway shoulder
A Frank's shoveling to bury the leftovers
They're sunk, he's drunk
Now he's gonna drive, I'm hiding in my bunk, oh

The band all knows, we're too afraid to mention
Don't wanna be part of Frank's luncheon
A-lose weight, a-be safe
Where's Mike McCready?
My god, he's been ate!

Dirty Frank
Ah, dirty Frank, yeah
Dirty Frank, huh
Ah, dirty Frank, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Frank
Ah, dirty Frank, yeah
Dirty Frank, huh, huh
Ah, dirty Frank, yeah
Yeah, yeah

Ah yeah

Why that Dirty Frank was a bad mother
Shut your mouth!
Hey, I'm just talking about dirty Frank

Okay, I think that's enough

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