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