FRANK’S ENCHANTED WORLD VAUDEVILLE (Starring Frank): Gang Bang Frankie

Two years ago, after a surgery and up to my eyeballs in Oxy, I wrote an eight part piece titled Frank’s Enchanted World Vaudeville (Starring Frank.)  To keep it real I performed the work after I’d recuperated.

Frank’s etc… is personal mythology comprised of a smidgen of autobiography and a whole lot of fantasy/fabrication.  Frank is an alter-ego, but he’s also pure myth – a warped Paul Bunyan or Pecos Bill.

Why “Frank?”  It strikes me as a particularly American name, albeit East Coast, and of a generation.  Francis, Frank, Frankie – ol’ blue eyes… 

Here’s another piece of it, to the approximate tune of an ugly song I learned in the Army - Gang Bang Lulu.

GANG BANG FRANKIE

Frankie had a habit

he could never shake

when Frankie went without his dope

his whole wide world would ache

But the boys they liked to feed him

and keep him on the nod

working out their daily grunt

while Frankie dreamed of God

Singing gang bang Frankie

Gang bang Frankie

Gang bang Frankie

Banging all night long

Frankie holed up in the basement

had some blankets and a bed

a burner that he used for heat

a bulb above his head

He had no big ideas

the bulb would signify

when it flickered

Frankie shivered

curled up and wish’d he’d died

Singing gang bang Frankie

Gang bang Frankie

Gang bang Frankie

Banging all night long

The diner it was spankin’ clean

and always lit too bright

but Frankie found his refuge there

and made it through the night

One time the cops surrounded

Frankie’s vinyl booth

they said you gotta come with us

we just can’t leave you loose

They dragged him to the station

threw him in a cell

before young Francis died he saw

another piece of hell.

Singing gang bang Frankie

Gang bang Frankie

Gang bang Frankie

Banging all night long.