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Frank had 7 kids and a 20 stone wife
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They lived on the frowned on side of town
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A simple sort of life
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He¡¯s had a council job since ¡®74
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Kept the food in the belly and the wolf from the door
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And gave him time to do what he liked the best....
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CHORUS
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A trip to the tip
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The quick & the dead
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The old girl stands and shakes her head
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He takes the half full garbo down the road
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And comes back with a grin and
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A trailer load
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And the kids say ¡°Wow!
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Look what dad¡¯s got this time¡±
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Frank once heard a yarn he believes is true
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About a fella named Flint who made a mint
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From a rich bloke passing through
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One man¡¯s junk is another¡¯s delight
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So Frank saw junk in a different light
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And now for him too much is never enough....
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CHORUS
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Frank¡¯s yard looked like the site of a nuclear blast
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And the neighbours told him years ago
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to clean it up - and fast
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But Frank is sure that all the flack
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Is just cos they want all the good stuff back
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And every week his treasure piles expand ...
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CHORUS
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Frank¡¯s been at it for years with little to show
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No rich bloke from the big smoke¡¯s
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Ever given Frank the go
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But Frank and the tip are stuck like glue
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Every Saturday arvo and the kids go too
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Scratching ¡®round like chooks in the kitchen scraps
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Frank the Scab
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| Colin Buchanan |
