(My debt is to Mississippi John Hurt for the tune and the country blues style guitar on Stag o’ Lee)
Frankie was a crack head, everybody knows
He sniffed that powder every day when the chance arose
He was a crack head, that waster Frankie “Leeds”.
It wasn’t Frankie’s choice in this; he was introduced
To drugs by best friend Albert; it wasn’t self-induced.
He was a crack head, that waster Frankie “Leeds”.
Yes, Albert was his dealer, his handler you might say
He got young Frankie coked up each and every single day
He was a crack head, that waster Frankie “Leeds”.
And Frankie’s not selective though, it’s powder in the main;
He snorts his share of ecstasy, ketamine, cocaine.
He was a crack head, that waster Frankie “Leeds”.
Frankie’s main supplier was a Turkish gangland mob
But nonetheless for many years he still held down his job.
He was a crack head, that waster Frankie “Leeds”.
Frankie’s deals would go down at the Airport here in Leeds.
Where contacts would arrive with covert parcels packed with speed.
He was a crack head, that waster Frankie “Leeds”.
Eventually from too much use it addled up his brain
It rotted Frankie’s nose through over-use of crack cocaine.
He was a crack head, that waster Frankie “Leeds”.
His tragedy is commonplace – a sorry catalogue
That will destroy the faculties of any sniffer dog.
He was a crack head, that waster Frankie “Leeds”.
