The WS - Frank lyrics

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 Runnin 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 for nitro 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 So 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 Smoke spewed from the trunk Oil sprayed from the hood That 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 phycho contractor guy The moral of the story is "If Frank's around, turn the music down Or you better learn how to run fast" Frank was a contractor Is he after you?