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Your Friend Frankie

We were at the Baltic,
off Houston Street.
We knocked off
about a quarter to four.
You brought Frankie;
we parked our cabs.
I brought my radio and my trip sheet.
I slid my picture out;
I counted my money
and I could afford a couple of beers.

It was a good night;
not too many problems.
Your friend Frankie told you
what to do with your life.

Off Houston Street
by the big wall
three guys warm themselves
around a fire in an oil drum.
When I stopped at the light
they asked for change;
I don't give out change.
Stopped about fifty yards or so from the light
with the other whites.

It was a good night;
not too many problems.
Your friend Frankie told you
what to do with your life.

Midnight on the FDR:
a beautiful woman lives there.
When I pulled into the lay-by
she comes up and says she can help me;
she changed my tire,
it was incredible.
She lifted my car
three feet in the air.
And I thought only bums lived there
on the FDR
in the stripped cars.

It was a good night;
not too many problems.
Your friend Frankie told you
what to do with your life.

This is a small club and
it's like many other nights.
It's raining outside
that's why there's such a small crowd:
no dancing, no fights.
At least some drinking;
maybe they'll want us back.
We have a following
and we poster for every show.
Our single comes out in July
and we got a great demo.

It was a good night;
not too many problems.
Your friend Frankie told you
what to do with your life.

Mike Enright, c. 1981