Frank
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.
(chorus)
Frank was a contractor. Is he after you? Frank was a contractor.
Is he after you?
Ford was
wired for nitro. Canister sat in the back. Ten inch slicks, ratchet shift, smoke,
rubber layed in his tracks. Frank didn't like us, just wanted to have some fun.
So we played our music, and he put us on the run.
(chorus)
Frank started the beast. Smoke spewed from the trunk. Oil sprayed
from the hood, that can of nitro junk. The car swelled then exploded,
flying across the street. Frank slowly stepped out, staggering
to his feet.
(chorus)
So our story ends, with the psycho contractor guy. Moral of the
story is "If Franks around, turn the music down, or you better
learn how to run fast." Frank was a contractor, is he after
you.
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