FRANK THE TANK Grew up on the street where the muscle cars ran Watched his old man fix engines with grease on his hands Swore he'd have a shed one day, swore he'd have a bar Didn't need a palace, just a fridge and a yard Turned eighteen with a handshake and a case of cold tins That's the night that the legend of the Tank begins Name's Frank the Tank Got a drill in his hand Built a bar in the shed For his whole damn clan Security shirt But he runs this town Keys on the table He's always down Frank the Tank He's your man tonight (hey!) Got a story Got a lighter Got your back in a fight From the door to the bar to the back-row prank If you're rolling with the crew Better thank Frank the Tank Six stools, a dartboard, and a tap on the wall Fairy lights strung up so it feels like a hall Got a sign that says "Members" but everyone's in Long as you're decent and you bring your own gin Kids asleep by nine, the adults take the yard Frank behind the bar like he's working real hard He likes fast cars Red line White knucks Burning that lane Like he don't give a— (woo) Lighting your smoke Then he cracks that grin Drops some wild joke Has the room leaning in Frank the Tank He's your man tonight (oh yeah) Got a story Got a lighter Got your back in a fight From the door to the bar to the back-row prank If you're rolling with the crew Better thank Frank the Tank Thursday to Saturday he's back on the door Same boots he's had since about two thousand four Reads a room in three seconds, don't need to be told Knows which ones are trouble by the way that they stroll Firm word, fair shake, that's the way that it goes Everybody gets home safe, and everybody knows Ask anyone there and they'll tell you the same Walk in feeling nobody, Frank remembers your name He'll find you a seat, find you someone to meet Find you a reason why the night ain't complete The kind of man the room quietly orbits around You don't notice till he's gone, then you notice the sound Frank the Tank He's your man tonight (hey!) Got a story Got a lighter Got your back in a fight From the door to the bar to the back-row prank If you're rolling with the crew Better thank Frank the Tank Family man But he still talks slick Walks in the place Whole mood flips quick Your mama says "Boy, don't act that way" He just laughs Tips his cap And he's on his way But later on when the night winds down He's stacking the glasses and he's doing the rounds Checks on the quiet ones sitting alone Makes sure everyone's got a way to get home That's the part that they don't put in the songs Frank the Tank making sure nothing goes wrong Sunday morning and the street's still asleep He's out in the driveway running something that's deep Doesn't talk about the make, doesn't talk about the mods Just lets it idle while he nods to the gods Two hands on the wheel, one eye on the road Frank the Tank carrying his particular load Last one standing when the stragglers have gone Turns the fairy lights off but he leaves the tap on One for the road that he pours for himself Puts the good stuff back up on the shelf Sits a minute in the quiet of the yard Being Frank the Tank is occasionally hard But Monday comes round and he's back to his grin Drill in his hand and the day can begin Someone needs something, Frank's already there Doesn't make a speech, doesn't stand and stare Just gets on with it, same as he's always done Frank the Tank, love him, every damn one Frank the Tank He's your man tonight (hey!) Got a story Got a lighter Got your back in a fight From the door to the bar to the back-row prank If you're rolling with the crew Better thank Frank the Tank (Frank the Tank) (Thank Frank the Tank) (Hey — Frank!)
