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