| Frankie died just the other night
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| Some say it was suicide
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| But we know how the story goes
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| With his six string knife and his street-wise pride
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| The boy was a man before his time
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| And she knew all their dreams would come true
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| But ya see, Frankie was fast, too fast to know
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| He wouldn’t go slow until his lethal dose
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| And she knows he’ll finally come too close
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| Well, on with the show
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| Going on with the show
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| Come on, baby
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| No, no, no
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| Oh my, my, my
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| Well, on with the show
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| Going on with the show
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| Come on, baby
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| No, no, no
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| Oh my, my, my
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| He was bad, he was never good
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| But one thing that he understood
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| And she knew all those lies would come true
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| The time has come and he’s paid his dues
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| Suzy finally got the news
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| She always knew this day would come soon
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| Well, on with the show
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| Going on with the show
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| Come on, baby
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| No, no, no
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| Oh my, my, my
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| Well, on with the show
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| Going on with the show
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| Come on, baby
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| No, no, no
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| Oh my, my, my
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| He was stopped on a dime with a switchblade knife
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| Some damn punk went and took Frankie’s life
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| And she knew she’d have to pull through
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| Broken down, with his broken dreams
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| With a wink of an eye said «Suzy, listen to me
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| You must go on with the show.»
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| Well, on with the show
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| Going on with the show
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| Come on, baby
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| No, no, no
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| Oh my, my, my
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| Well, on with the show
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| Going on with the show
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| Come on, baby
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| No, no, no
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| Oh my, my, my
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| Oh, baby |