Poor Frank

Poor Frank
He's built like a tank
The smile that he's wearing
Is so kind, so caring
Poor Frank

Beneath all that blubber
He's yearning for mother
He seems so self-assured
But will he ever find the cure?

Because he believes that they are right
He's too large to be liked
Carefully balanced upon his feet
Trying so hard to resist another sweet

Poor Frank

Poor Frank
He's built like a tank
The smile that he's wearing
Is so kind, so caring
Poor Frank

Poor Frank

Frank and I, we used to play
To and fro, on his toes he would sway
But no more playing now
Because Frank, it seems, just won't come out

Poor Frank

Poor Frank
He's built like a tank
The smile that he's wearing
Is so kind, so caring
Poor Frank

Poor Frank