Dirty Frank Dahmer, he's a gourmet cook, yeah I got a recipe for insane 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 (4x) Keeps it clean, a keeps it copacetic 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 His bus, your trust... There goes another turned into crust Dirty frank...a Dirty Frank, yeah... (2x) Yeah...oh, watch it... Why that dirty Frank was a bad mother...Shut your mouth! Hey man, I'm just talking about dirty Frank Middle of the night, we're stopped, the freeway shoulder A Frank's shoveling to bury the leftovers 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 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... (2x) } (2x) Ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, yeah } Cook 'em, just to see the look on their face... } (10x) Just to see the look on their face } Why that Dirty Frank was a bad mother...Shut your mouth! Hey, I'm just talking about Dirty Frank Dirty Frank...a Dirty Frank, yeah... (2x) Dirty Frank (8x) OK, I think that's enough...
Written by: DAVID ABBRUZZESE, EDDIE VEDDER, JEFF AMENT, MIKE MCCREADY, STONE GOSSARD
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