Из альбома: 4 Great Thrash Songs
Frankie Frankie
Tall and lanky
Hides his secrets
Dark and danky
Frankly Frankie
Don't be cranky
This poem's hust a pranky
Don't shoot me point blanky
Sinatra Sinatra
That's my mantra
I chant each night to my mamma and pappa
Don't rub me out 'cause that would be a faux pas
I swear I'll shut up and eat my pasta
Faster and harder
I love Ava Gardner
I'll give you all my money if you just be my partner
It's in the highest regard that I regard her
I wish she'd come back, I didn't mean to discard her
Reno oh Reno
My little bambino
I sit and play keno
At my favorite casino
It's rigged so I win, if I lose I get meano
Punch out reporters and make a big sceno
Crooned and they swooned
And I partied with my goons
And I ranted like a loon
From midnight til noon
Diamond festooned
And prosecution immune
And it don't even matter I can't carry a tune
Sicily sweet Sicily
Stand by me protect me
I am not a tough guy, just a cowardly facsimile
A working contradiction, a warbling anomaly
You know I'd do anything From Here to Eternity
You I'd even look away if you killed Bobby Kennedy
Oh Sicily sweet Sicily please don't make me fricassee
So Francis dear Francis
This is my hypothesis
It's just a harmlessly scathing analysis
To poison my dentafrice
Or push me off a precipice
For my poetic prowess
With emphasis on your cowardice
You just can't dismiss
The abyss of your avarice
Or how people stand you to be so cantankerous
And I wrote this song at the risk of paralysis
Please just come here and kiss my assussus