Frank and Stein (song)

This life isn’t really mine
I was created like Frankenstein
From a pile of parts
But where oh where did I get my heart?
‘n where will it go when they
Recycle me and rip me apart?

What the hell am I doin’ here?
Watchin’ men cry in their beer
What the hell am I doin’ here?
Tell me frankly, tell me stein
What is this life of mine?

I go to bed astonished that I was
Permitted to live.... another day
I dream the night.... I hear the light
I see the sound
The love that all are reaching
As they sink into the ground
Never having found.... the beauty

Isn't life so fab
You're laying on the slab....like
A drunken slob.... you
Become the blob
Watching the Friday movie.... your
Life is quite groovie

You learn to talk
Learn to walk
A dancer par excellence
In matters of courtship
You were enslaved
A long time ago

What man has stood as tall as you
Far above the fog... the bogs
Of sinking men and sailors
The dogs they howl a tune
Each time you are coming

You are exalted
Like fresh meat unsalted
Welcome to the bar
Mister Jerk...ey and pee nuts
A round on the house
You dirty louses better leave
That man alone

What the hell am I doin’ here?
Watchin’ men cry in their beer
What the hell am I doin’ here?
Tell me frankly, tell me stein
What is this life of mine?

This song is theatrical. The man questions the ultimate meaning of his life by talking to his stein full of beer.

1997 September 14 Sunday: Wrote first two verses.
2006 October 20 Friday (nine years later): Wrote the remaining bulk of the song.

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