Frankie died just the other night.
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Some say it was suicide,
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But we know
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How the story goes.
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With his six string knife
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And his street wise pride
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The boy was a man before his time,
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And she knew
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All their dreams would come true.
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But ya see, Frankie was fast,
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Too fast to know.
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He wouldn't go slow
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Until his lethal dose.
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And she knows
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He'll finally come too close.
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[Chorus]
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Well, on with the show.
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Going on with the show.
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Come on baby
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No, no, no.
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Oh my, my, my...
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[repeat]
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He was bad.
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He was never good.
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But one thing that he understood.
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And she knew
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All those lies would come true.
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The time has come and
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He's paid his dues.
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Suzy finally got the news.
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She always knew
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This day would come soon.
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[Chorus]
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[Chorus]
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He was stopped on a dime
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With a switchblade knife.
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Some damn punk went and
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Took Frankie's life.
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And she knew
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She'd have to pull through.
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Broken down, with his broken dreams,
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With a wink of an eye
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Said "Suzy, listen to me
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You must go
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On with the show."
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[Chorus]
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[Chorus]
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Oh baby!
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On With The Show
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| The Ataris |
