Frankie and Johnny were sweethearts
But he was doin' her wrong
He was doin' her wrong in a bad way
But she was good and strong
He was her man, but he was a jerk

Was in a hotel with Nellie Blye
And the gun went rooty-toot-toot
Shot the [bad word] in the heart [bad word] his nice suit
He was her man, but he was no [bad word] good

So they took him up to the graveyard
And stuck him in the dirt
Which was oh-so very sad,
And a waste of a nice clean shirt
He was her man, but he was doin' her wrong

He had no idea what happened
He was waving hello to God
He died from eating squirrel,
And they laid him in the sun
He was her man, but he was doin' her wrong

So that was Frankie and Johnny
And that's the end of my song
She put a hose in his tailpipe
'Cause he had done her wrong
He was her man, and that's all she wrote