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