Frank
Frank was a contractor, who got up every morining.
Skinn'n cats and fix'n cars, his day was far frm boring.
Souped up Ford, V-8 289, running 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 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.
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 sprated 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.
Frank was a contractor.
Is he after you?
Frank was a contractor.
Is he after you?
So our story ends, with the psycho contractor guy.
Moral of the story is "if Franks around, turn the music down, and you better learn how to run fast"
Frank was a contractor.
Is he after you?
Frank
Frank era un contratista, que se levantaba todas las mañanas.
Desollando gatos y arreglando autos, su día estaba lejos de ser aburrido.
Ford modificado, V-8 289, correr tras esos pandilleros siempre estaba en su mente.
Frank era un contratista.
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Frank era un contratista.
¿Te está persiguiendo?
El Ford estaba preparado para el nitro. El cilindro estaba en la parte trasera.
Llantas de diez pulgadas, cambio de marchas, humo, caucho quemado en su camino.
Frank no nos caía bien, solo quería divertirse.
Así que pusimos nuestra música, y él nos puso a correr.
Frank era un contratista.
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Frank era un contratista.
¿Te está persiguiendo?
Frank encendió la bestia. Humo salía del maletero.
Aceite salpicaba del capó, esa lata de chatarra de nitro.
El auto se infló y luego explotó, volando por la calle.
Frank salió lentamente, tambaleándose para ponerse de pie.
Frank era un contratista.
¿Te está persiguiendo?
Frank era un contratista.
¿Te está persiguiendo?
Así que nuestra historia termina, con el tipo contratista psicópata.
La moraleja de la historia es 'si Frank está cerca, baja la música y más te vale aprender a correr rápido'.
Frank era un contratista.
¿Te está persiguiendo?