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