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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