Frank: The W's
Frank was a contractor who got up every morning
Skinn’n cats and fix’n cars, his day was far from boring
Souped up Ford V-8 289
Running down those punks was always on his mind
Frank was a contractor
Is he after you?
Frank was a contractor
Is he after you?
Ford was wired with nitro, a canister sat in the back
Ten inch slicks, ratchet shift, smoke rubber laid in his tracks
Frank didn’t like us, just wanted to have some fun
We played our music and he put us on the run
Frank was a contractor
Is he after you?
Frank was a contractor
Is he after you?
Frank started the beast and smoke spewed from the trunk
Oil sprayed from the hood - the can of the nitro junk
The car swelled then exploded, flying across the street
Frank slowly stepped out, staggering to his feet
Frank was a contractor
Is he after you?
Frank was a contractor
Is he after you?
So our story ends with the psycho contractor guy
Moral of the story is
If Frank’s around, turn your music down
Or you better learn how to run fast
Frank was a contractor
Is he after you?
