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 backI 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 feetDirty Frank

Dirty Frank, yeah

Dirty Frank

Dirty Frank, yeahKeeps 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 hungryCity, state, your town, he will continue

Stadiums, tiny clubs, every venue

His bus, your trust

There goes another turned into crustDirty Frank

Dirty Frank, yeah

Dirty Frank

Dirty Frank, yeahMiddle 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 bunkThe 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 ateDirty Frank

Dirty Frank, yeah

Dirty Frank

Dirty Frank, yeahDirty Frank

Dirty Frank, yeah

Dirty Frank

Dirty Frank, yeahWhy that dirty Frank was a bad mother

Shut your mouth

Hey man, I'm just talking about Dirty FrankOkay, I think that's enough