Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Frankie Sinatra, artist - The Avalanches.
Date of issue: 07.07.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Frankie Sinatra |
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 |