Song Description

I wrote this song for one of the children I teach, his English name being Frank. Just about a dance named after the said person with some slight jabs at modern political events. Meant to be silly.

Lyrics

I once was a teacher
To this content, blank faced creature
The first time I seen a laugh crack his mug
Was when he began to cut a rug

It were a jig I ain't never seen before
His feet seemed to play smear the deer with the floor
I said, "Son, you could take those moves to the bank!"
He said, "It's just a little somethin' I call the Franky Frank"

And he did the Franky Frank


He said, "Now if you wanna do this dance
First spill a bunch of hot sauce on your pants
Let some jelly dangle off of your chin
Imagine a que of rocks with no wait, then ya can begin

Lumber around like your morbidly fat
Swat like a crazy man at imaginary bats
Make like on the moon your gonna sit
Now ease on into a caniption fit"

And I did the Franky Frank


And he warned
Some lazy kids can't jiggle their thighs
Complain they break a sweat when they duck and slide
So the dance floor they will occupy
But will just demand our moves be simplified

And Barney, Barry & Hussain will claim
From burecrats all good things came
But all they do is hamper and tax
Which surely did not build this dance

Quit drooling at what others have in the bank
Those who are distracted can't do the Franky Frank
Stop obsessing about what you ain't
Now everybody do the Franky Frank






(history lesson!)
When Mr. Gonsalvas played his 27 chorusees
(that blonde in black did the Franky Frank)
When horse and rider were thrown into the sea (Miriam & her friends did the Franky Frank)
On top of the collapsing Berlin Wall
(all those Germans were doing the Franky Frank)
When on his fiddle Uncle Penn began to saw
(folks in the holler did the Franky Frank)

Now if we told you when and only when you could dance this
(that this being the Franky Frank)
It'd make us all into fascists
(who by the way can't do the Franky Frank)