Frank
Whats wrong with your face baby, yikes
With those teeth when you through there'll be no dust left to bite
Christ newsflash, kid this is show business
Show some cla** when you dress, shave that bush off your lip
Boom, your bands named Queen, huh? Ain't that sweet
You dance like you rode a bicycle race with no seat
That's what's wrong with you people, you'll do anything to get famous
You changed your name to Mercury, you should've been Freddie Uran*s
Freddie
You think I haven't heard those things before
You're just a bully who's too scared to go to a war
You had a hit song called "My Way" but someone else wrote it
Your the least talented rat in your whole pack of rodents
You've got four notes in your whole range, you can't act and you can't dance
I'm more powerful than you when I'm wearing women's pants
Why do you stand there in a suit? It's like you're trying to bore me
When I rock the UK, South America gets horny
Because my songs have balls, they're the anthems of victory
Your music is like the soundtrack to a vasectomy
You're in the pocket of the Mafia and everybody knows it
Guinea Dago, Guinea Dago? Guinea Dago Figaro
Frank
Easy jaws of life, I can't stand a racist
I love the coloreds and the queers, just ask Sammy Davis
Look, we all wanna swing, baby, but you took it too far
You played bu*thole roulette and you lost the draw
Freddie
I took one for both teams from a disease no one knew existed
I didn't leave a mark on history, I French kissed it
I'm a champion of the world, extinguished in his prime
So kiss my a**, Frankie, but you'll have to wait in line