Frankie
She was a fine lookin woman had a man named Johnny
And she loved him
She bought him a car and a suit of clothes
Oh to see them
Walkin arm-in-arm down along Can*l Street
Frankie loved Johnny, Lord, everybody knows
Well Frankie
She came home one evening just a little bit early and she thought
Im gonna stop at the corner for a bottle of beer
So she stopped there and she told her troubles to the fat bartender
Said, Tell me, Fat Daddy, has my lovin Johnny man been here?
He said, Frankie, Well Im awful sorry you asked me that question
You know Im about as honest as man can be
I saw Johnny . . . he was a walkin down Main and a-feelin no pain
Just a slippin and a slidin with a gal named Annabel Lee
Well Frankie
Said, Oh, no, no, well, it cant be so, because I know. .
I know my lovin man wouldnt do me wrong
So she sat there. . . had a few more beers, shed a few more tears
Said, Im the best woman that scoundrel ever had
Then Frankie
She got into a taxi and she said to the driver, said
Listen, dont you stop for nothin on the way down town
Ive got a 45 here and Im makin it clear
Im lookin for the man whos givin me the runaround
Well, Frankie, she got out on south Clark Street, looked in the window
And she saw . . . she saw Johnny and Annabel swingin there
So Frankie . . . she took deadly aim in that deadly game
She shot her man in the middle of his big affair
Now youve heard
Youve heard the story bout Frankie and her man named Johnny
And you know that was a game should have never been played
And the moral of this sad tale, Im a tellin you
If youre gonna fool around then you better pull the shades
If youre gonna fool around then you better pull the shades