Frank was a contractor
Who got up every morning
Skinn'n cats and fix'n cars
His day was far from boring
Soaped up ford v8 289
Running down those punks
Was always on his mind
Frank was a contractor
Is he after you
Frank was a contractor
Is he after you
Ford was wired for nitro
Canister sat in the back
Ten inch slicks ratchet shift
Smoke rubber laid in his tracks
Frank didn't like us
Just wanted to have some fun
So we played our music
And he put us on the run
Frank was a contractor
Is he after you
Frank was a contractor
Is he after you
Frank started the beast
Smoke spewed from the trunk
Oil sprayed from the hood
That can of the nitro junk
The car swelled then exploded
Flying across the street
Frank slowly stepped out
Staggering to his feet
Frank was a contractor
Is he after you
Frank was a contractor
Is he after you
So our story ends
With the psycho contractor guy
The moral of the story is
If frank's around turn the music down
Or you better learn how to run fast
Frank was a contractor
Is he after you
