Frankie Sinatra [explicit] Lyrics - Wildflower [explicit] - The Avalanches

Ah, Frankie Sinatra, ah, Frank Sinatra 

Frankie me boy you don't know 

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

Ah, Frankie Sinatra, ah, Frank Sinatra 

Frankie me boy you don't know 

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

Ah, Frankie Sinatra, ah, Frank Sinatra 

Frankie me boy you don't know 

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

Ah, Frankie Sinatra, ah, Frank Sinatra 

Frankie me boy you don't know 

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

Frankie me boy you don't know 

You have the perfect voice to sing calypso 

Off this rocker 

He's off his rocker 

Please Mr. Officer I only had some vodka 

Little marijuana, just a few Vicodin 

Only reefer surfin' out here while I'm driving 

Where your registration, OG license 

'Cause of that interior your bitch wanna ride this 

Great grand volka dick got low-jack 

White hoes calling and they asking where the dope at 

What? Whatever 

Modern-day Samuel, I roll with that Sinatra 

Off a pastor's prayer and we're off like my daka 

Listen to the soundtrack, written on maracas 

M I A and the joker sent from the Sri Lanka 

I divide and conquer, rolling Willy Wonka 

Baby momma wanna suck the Don off 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 you don't know 

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

Ah, Frankie Sinatra, ah, Frank Sinatra 

Frankie me boy you don't know 

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

Frankie me boy you 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 they got us on top of the world 

Took the bitch for oysters, now my tongue on her pearl 

So fuck what you say, do this shit my way 

Like Frank Sinatra, bitch, do this shit my way 

Take some vodka, sip slow rocka-ah 

I rip rhymes since the day of Frankie Crocker-ah 

Photo stocking stock 

Known for his killing right hook to make rocky bra 

That's no poppy cock pirate 

Who can keep blindly, or can keep bliery 

Tie lee, or keep it one hunnid 

From the hikes and all the lights solemn come from one fit 

Come with that headbanger boogie for that ass 

Would have gave that whoolie give ten nookies for the cash 

Dash, dip slow on that marijuan' 

Or maybe he go sing Calypso like Farrakhan 

Or Frank Sinatra, mon