Dirty Frank

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