A bummed out Frank the Frog, yeah
He says, “Life’s a big joke.”
He mumbles to the smog, “Yeah
It might as well be smoke.”
He kicks a plastic bag, yeah
It wraps around his foot
He’s deep in the drag, yeah
Thoughts covered in soot

Benny turns the corner;
Frank is in sight
He says, “What’s the matter Franky boy?
Are you alright?”

He says, “I’m all fucked up now
I know life’s just a joke
And there is no punchline to be found
I might as well just croak.”
He fumbles with his zipper
And Benny steals a glance
At Frank’s hollow eyes now
And Frank adjusts his pants
“Now Frank let me tell you
If life is a joke
Then shouldn’t you be laughing?
Don’t be a mope.”