Dirty Frank

Dirty Frank Dahmer, he's a gourmet cook

Got a recipe for anglo-saxon soup

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

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, yeah

Dirty Frank

Dirty Frank, yeah

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, yeah

Dirty Frank

Dirty Frank, yeah

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, yeah

Dirty Frank

Dirty Frank, yeah

Dirty Frank

Dirty Frank, yeah

Dirty Frank

Dirty Frank, yeah

Why that dirty Frank was a bad mother

Shut your mouth

Hey man, I'm just talking about Dirty Frank

Okay, I think that's enough