Dirty Frank (Letra)

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Eats meat… eats meat… look out…

Dirty Frank Dahmer, he’s a gourmet cook…
Got a recipe for famous ankle soup.
Wanted a pass, so she relaxed…
Now the little groupie’s getting chopped up in the back.
Got a cupboard full of fleshy fresh ingredients.
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!
Dirty Frank!
Dirty Frank!

Keeps it clean, keeps it copasetic.
The little boys and girls, their heads are all collected.
Not crazy, per se…just a little strange when he gets hungry.
City, state, your town, he will continue.
Stadiums, tiny clubs, every venue.
His bus, your trust…There goes another turned into crust.

Dirty Frank!
Dirty Frank!
Dirty Frank!
Dirty Frank!

Watch it now…
Why that dirty Frank was a bad mother…
Shut your mouth!
Hey man, I’m just talking about Dirty Frank!
Cook… there those fucking kids are driving me crazy…

Middle of the night, we’re stopped, the freeway shoulder.
Frank’s shoveling to bury the leftovers.
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.
Don’t want to be part of Frank’s luncheon.
Lose weight, be safe…
Where’s Mike McCready?
My god, he’s been ate!

Dirty Frank!
Dirty Frank!
Dirty Frank!
Dirty Frank!
Dirty Frank!
Frank…
Frank…
Frank…
Dirty Frank!
Dirty Frank!
Dirty Frank!

He’s gone fruit loops… it’s the perfect job

Cook ‘em just to see the look on their face…
Cook ‘em just to see the look on their face.

Cook ‘em just to see the look on their face…
Cook ‘em just to see the look on their face.

Cook ‘em just to see the look on their face…
Cook ‘em just to see the look on their face.

Cook ‘em just to see the look on their face…
Cook ‘em just to see the look on their face.

Cook ‘em just to see the look on their face…
Cook ‘em just to see the look on their face.

Cook ‘em just to see the look on their face…
Cook ‘em just to see the look on their face.

Cook ‘em just to see the look on their face…
Cook ‘em just to see the look on their face.

Cook ‘em just to see the look on their face…
Cook ‘em just to see the look on their face.

Cook ‘em just to see the look on their face…
Cook ‘em just to see the look on their face.

Cook ‘em just to see the look on their face…
Cook ‘em just to see the look on their face.

Mommy, mommy, I’ll just sing to my mommy…

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

Dirty Frank!
Dirty Frank!
Dirty Frank!

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

Dirty Frank!
Dirty Frank!
Dirty Frank!
Dirty Frank!
Dirty Frank!
Dirty Frank!
Dirty Frank!
Dirty Frank!
Dirty Frank!
Dirty Frank!
Dirty Frank!

OK, I think that’s enough…

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Dirty Frank (Letra)

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Ragh woo eats meat eats meat hahaha look out

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 ooh
A Dirty frank yea oh
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. oh a Dirty Frank.
Yeah, oh, watch it! now
Why that dirty Frank was a bad mother… Shut your mouth! Hey man, I’m just talking about dirty Frank.

Oh wa-ha a yea cookoo there fucking crazy these kids are driving me crazy

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.
A Dirty frank. Oh, a Dirty Frank, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Dirty frank frank frank frank a Dirty frank yea
Dirty frank oh a dirty frank a yea yea yea

Wa yea a yea yea yea yea oh he’s gone fruit loops it’s the perfect job

Cook ‘em just to see the look on their face. I cook ‘em just to see the look on their face. (x10 total)

Mommy mommy I’ll just sing mommy no no ahh Why

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

Dirty Frank wow 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. Woo.

A Dirty Frank. Yeah, a dirty frank. (x2)
Dirty frank. (~x8)