Frankie died just the other night 
Some say it was suicide 
But we know 
How the story goes 

With his six string knife 
And his street wise pride 
The boy was a man before his time 
And she knew 
All their dreams [bad word] [bad word] 

But ya see, Frankie was fast 
He was too fast to know 
He wouldn't go slow 
Until his lethal dose 
And she knows 
He'll [bad word] too close 

Well, on with the show 
Going on with the show [bad word] on baby 
No, no, no 
Oh my, my, my 
My, my, my 

He was bad 
He was never good 
But one thing that he understood 
And she knew 
All those lies [bad word] [bad word] 

The time [bad word] and 
He's paid his dues 
Suzy finally got the news 
She always knew 
This day [bad word] soon 

Well, on with the show 
Going on with the show [bad word] on baby 
No, no, no 
Oh my, my, my 
My, my, my 

He was stopped on a dime 
With a switchblade knife 
Some [bad word] punk went and 
Took Frankie's life 
And she knew 
She'd have to pull through 

Broken down, with his broken dreams 
With a wink of an eye 
Said Suzy, listen to me 
You must go 
On with the show 

Go on with the show 
Going on with the show [bad word] on baby 
No no no 
Oh my my my 
My, my, my 

Oh baby