Lyrics

(Verse 1)
Frank’s a cat with orange and white fur,
But his habits, man, they really cause a stir.
Litter box? Nah, he don’t give it a thought,
He poops on the floor more often than not.

(Chorus)
Oh, Frank, why can’t you aim right?
Leaving messes morning, noon, and night.
Dingleberries draggin’ all across the floor,
Wiping ‘em off on the counters and more.
Frank, you’re trouble, but we love you still,
Even though your mess gives us quite the thrill.

(Verse 2)
Smokehouse almonds, Frank’s greatest desire,
He’ll eat ’til he’s sick, but never tire.
Stomach turning, but he just can’t stop,
Right after, he’ll poop with a little flop.

(Chorus)
Oh, Frank, why can’t you aim right?
Leaving messes morning, noon, and night.
Dingleberries draggin’ all across the floor,
Wiping ‘em off on the counters and more.
Frank, you’re trouble, but we love you still,
Even though your mess gives us quite the thrill.

(Bridge)
No litter box for this rebel, no rules to obey,
Frank does things his own cat way.
But with every mess and every wipe,
He’s still the cat that makes life bright.

(Chorus)
Oh, Frank, why can’t you aim right?
Leaving messes morning, noon, and night.
Dingleberries draggin’ all across the floor,
Wiping ‘em off on the counters and more.
Frank, you’re trouble, but we love you still,
Even though your mess gives us quite the thrill.