Frankie Sinatra - The Avalanches

Alright guys right

Right over there to the left, where the peoples at

(at the concert)

Watch this shit, it’s good

Original song

Ah Frankie Sinatra, ah Frank Sinatra

Frankie me boy don’t know

You have the perfect voice to sing calypso (what did they say?)

Ah Frankie Sinatra, ah Frank Sinatra

Ah Frankie Sinatra, ah Frank Sinatra

Frankie me boy don’t know

You have the perfect voice to sing calypso (what did they say?)

Ah Frankie Sinatra, ah Frank Sinatra

Ah Frankie Sinatra, ah Frank Sinatra

Frankie me boy don’t know

You have the perfect voice to sing calypso (what did they say?)

Ah Frankie Sinatra, ah Frank Sinatra

Off this rocker

He’s off his rocker

Please Mr officer I only had some vodka

Little marijuana just a few Vicodin

Only reefer swervin' out here while I’m driving

Where your registration, OG license

Because of that interior your bitch wanna ride this

Plate red bold cat, dick got LoJack

White hoes calling and they asking where the dope at

What?

Whatever

Modern day Sammy hit I wrote with that Sinatra

All for pasta, spray in her mouth like Binaca

Listening to salsa, rhythm of maracas

M.I.A.

on the job sipping in Sri Lanka

I divide and conquer, rolling Willy Wonka

Baby momma wanna suck the dong up at the concert

And they gets no pay like Frank Sinatra bitch

I do this shit my way like Frank Sinatra bitch

Do this shit my way

Ah Frankie Sinatra, ah Frank Sinatra

Frankie me boy don’t know

You have the perfect voice to sing calypso (what did they say?)

Frankie me boy don’t know

You have the perfect voice to sing calypso

I’m so high, you’re so high

If I take another sip, then I just might die

Take another sip then I just might lie

Tell her what she wanna hear just to get between them thighs

Underground nigga but on top of the world

Shucked the bitch for oyster, now my tongue on the pearl

So fuck what you say, do this shit my way

Like Frank Sinatra, bitch, do this shit my way

Tanks of vodka, sip slow rocka ock

Writ rhymes since the days with Frankie Crocker rock

From more stocky stock

Known for his illy right hook to make Rocky block

That’s no poppy cock pirate

We can keep it irie, or we can keep it irate

Dilate

We keep it 100

From the heights of Northern Lights

To Southern Comfort, one fifth

Come with that headbanger boogie for that ass

Villain give a bully ten noogies for the cash

Or dash, dip slow on a marathon

Or maybe he gon' sing Calypso like Farrakhan

Or Frank Sinatra mon

Frankie me boy don’t know

You have the perfect voice to sing calypso (what did they say?)

Ah Frankie Sinatra, ah Frank Sinatra

Frankie me boy don’t know

You have the perfect voice to sing calypso (what did they say?)

Frankie my boy, I’m sure we’ll sell two million copies or more