Frank’s Lament

Lost! Lost! Lost! Lost!
Lost! Lost! Lost! Lost! Lost!

I fly a plane on Monday morning
One on Tuesday, too
He's always right beside me
In his alligator shoes
He likes to call me Henry
But my name is Frank
I’m just a guy from Reno
Sometimes he calls me Hank

I think he's lost
I think he's lonely
But maybe he’s only
In my mind
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Whenever we hit town
He laughs right in my face
And says my spirit is a shallow
Sack of human waste
I wish that I could hate him
But if the truth is told
I cannot separate him
From an echo in my soul