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 Canal Street
Frankie loved Johnny, Lord, everybody knows
Well Frankie
She came home one evening just a little bit early and she thought
I’m 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 I’m awful sorry you asked me that question
You know I’m 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 can’t be so, because I know. .
I know my lovin’ man wouldn’t do me wrong
So she sat there. . . had a few more beers, shed a few more tears
Said, I’m the best woman that scoundrel ever had
Then Frankie
She got into a taxi and she said to the driver, said
Listen, don’t you stop for nothin’ on the way down town
I’ve got a 45 here and I’m makin’ it clear
I’m lookin’ for the man who’s 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 you’ve heard
You’ve 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, I’m a tellin’ you
If you’re gonna fool around then you better pull the shades
If you’re gonna fool around then you better pull the shades