Lyrics 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
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 stadium, 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
a dirty frank, yeah
oh 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 oh
the band all knows we're too afraid to mention
a-don't want to be part of frank's luncheon
a-lose weight a-be safe
where's mike mccready?
my god he's been ate!
dirty frank
a dirty frank, yeah
dirty frank
a dirty frank, yeah
a dirty frank
a dirty frank, yeah
a dirty frank
a dirty frank, yeah
why that dirty frank was a bad mother...shut your mouth!
hey man, i'm just talking about dirty frank
ok i think that's enough