Frankie Sinatra
The Avalanches Lyrics


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Ah, Frankie Sinatra, ah, Frank Sinatra
Frankie me boy you don't know
You have the perfect voice to sing calypso (what did they say?)

Ah, Frankie Sinatra, ah, Frank Sinatra
Frankie me boy you don't know
You have the perfect voice to sing calypso (what did they say?)
Ah, Frankie Sinatra, ah, Frank Sinatra
Frankie me boy you don't know
You have the perfect voice to sing calypso (what did they say?)

Ah, Frankie Sinatra, ah, Frank Sinatra
Frankie me boy you don't know
You have the perfect voice to sing calypso (what did they say?)
Frankie me boy you don't know
You have the perfect voice to sing calypso

Off this rocker
He's off his rocker
Please Mr. Officer I only had some vodka
Little marijuana, just a few Vicodin
Only reefer surfin' out here while I'm driving
Where your registration, OG license
'Cause of that interior your bitch wanna ride this
Great grand volka dick got low-jack
White hoes calling and they asking where the dope at

What? Whatever
Modern-day Samuel, I roll with that Sinatra
Off a pastor's prayer and we're off like my daka
Listen to the soundtrack, written on maracas
M I A and the joker sent from the Sri Lanka

I divide and conquer, rolling Willy Wonka
Baby momma wanna suck the Don off at the concert
And they gets no pay like Frank Sinatra, bitch
I do this shit my way
Like Frank Sinatra, bitch
Do this shit my way

Ah, Frankie Sinatra, ah, Frank Sinatra
Frankie me boy you don't know
You have the perfect voice to sing calypso (what did they say?)

Ah, Frankie Sinatra, ah, Frank Sinatra
Frankie me boy you don't know
You have the perfect voice to sing calypso (what did they say?)
Frankie me boy you don't know
You have the perfect voice to sing calypso

I'm so high, you're so high
If I take another sip, then I just might die
Take another sip then I just might lie
Tell her what she wanna hear just to get between them thighs
Underground they got us on top of the world
Took the bitch for oysters, now my tongue on her pearl
So fuck what you say, do this shit my way
Like Frank Sinatra, bitch, do this shit my way

Take some vodka, sip slow rocka-ah
I rip rhymes since the day of Frankie Crocker-ah
Photo stocking stock
Known for his killing right hook to make rocky bra

That's no poppy cock pirate
Who can keep blindly, or can keep bliery
Tie lee, or keep it one hunnid
From the hikes and all the lights solemn come from one fit

Come with that headbanger boogie for that ass
Would have gave that whoolie give ten nookies for the cash
Dash, dip slow on that marijuan'




Or maybe he go sing Calypso like Farrakhan
Or Frank Sinatra, mon

Overall Meaning

The song "Frankie Sinatra" by The Avalanches is about a wild and crazy night out, with the singer comparing himself to both the notorious gangster-turned-singer Frank Sinatra and a calypso singer. Throughout the song, the singer and his friends become increasingly intoxicated and engage in various illegal activities, including drinking vodka and smoking marijuana while driving. The lyrics mention many specific details, such as the interior of the car and references to other musicians like M.I.A. and Samuel. The song ends with the singer affirming that he will continue to do things his own way, just like Frank Sinatra.


Line by Line Meaning

Ah, Frankie Sinatra, ah, Frank Sinatra
The singer is repeating the name Frankie Sinatra adoringly and associating it with the iconic American singer, Frank Sinatra.


Frankie me boy you don't know You have the perfect voice to sing calypso (what did they say?)
The singer is addressing Frankie Sinatra and saying that he has the perfect voice for singing calypso music, though it is not clear what Frankie actually said in response.


Off this rocker He's off his rocker Please Mr. Officer I only had some vodka Little marijuana, just a few Vicodin Only reefer surfin' out here while I'm driving Where your registration, OG license 'Cause of that interior your bitch wanna ride this Great grand volka dick got low-jack White hoes calling and they asking where the dope at
The singer is probably under the influence of drugs and alcohol, and is speaking in a disjointed, stream-of-consciousness manner. He mentions drinking vodka, smoking marijuana and taking Vicodin while driving, and wonders where his car registration and license are. He also implies that his car is desirable to women due to its interior and that radio frequency-controlled locking and tracking systems are installed in the car. Lastly, he suggests that white women are calling him and asking for drugs.


What? Whatever Modern-day Samuel, I roll with that Sinatra Off a pastor's prayer and we're off like my daka Listen to the soundtrack, written on maracas M I A and the joker sent from the Sri Lanka
The artist does not seem to care about what was just said, and says that he is like a modern-day Samuel (perhaps referring to the biblical figure), and that he is aligned with Sinatra. He also mentions a pastor's prayer that helped him go off, and refers to a soundtrack written on maracas, which may reference a catchy melody or rhythm. Lastly, he mentions M.I.A. and the Joker, who may represent cultural icons or symbols of rebellion.


I divide and conquer, rolling Willy Wonka Baby momma wanna suck the Don off at the concert And they gets no pay like Frank Sinatra, bitch I do this shit my way Like Frank Sinatra, bitch Do this shit my way
The artist says that he is rolling like Willy Wonka (perhaps implying that he is successful or lucky) and that someone wants to perform oral sex on him at a concert. He then compares not getting paid to Frank Sinatra, suggesting that he is similarly mistreated. Lastly, he says that he does things his own way, like Frank Sinatra.


I'm so high, you're so high If I take another sip, then I just might die Take another sip then I just might lie Tell her what she wanna hear just to get between them thighs Underground they got us on top of the world Took the bitch for oysters, now my tongue on her pearl So fuck what you say, do this shit my way Like Frank Sinatra, bitch, do this shit my way
The singer and someone else are both high on drugs, and he suggests that taking another sip might be dangerous. He then says that he might lie in order to have sex with a woman. He also notes that despite being underground, they feel like they are on top of the world. He then describes having sex with a woman he took out for oysters, and asserts that he will do things his own way, like Frank Sinatra.


Take some vodka, sip slow rocka-ah I rip rhymes since the day of Frankie Crocker-ah Photo stocking stock Known for his killing right hook to make rocky bra That's no poppy cock pirate Who can keep blindly, or can keep bliery Tie lee, or keep it one hunnid From the hikes and all the lights solemn come from one fit Come with that headbanger boogie for that ass Would have gave that whoolie give ten nookies for the cash Dash, dip slow on that marijuan' Or maybe he go sing Calypso like Farrakhan Or Frank Sinatra, mon
The singer suggests taking vodka slowly, and then mentions someone named Frankie Crocker, who may have been a radio DJ or prominent figure in music. He then talks about someone who is known for their hook, which may refer to boxing or music. He then says that someone is not a pirate and can keep it real, before describing a dance move that involves headbanging. He then says that he would have done something for cash, but then mentions smoking marijuana again. Lastly, he suggests that someone might sing calypso, like Louis Farrakhan or Frank Sinatra.




Lyrics © THE ROYALTY NETWORK INC., CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: Anthony Di Blasi, Oscar Hammerstein II, Danny Brown, Daniel Dumile, Wilmoth Houdini, Richard Rodgers, Robbie Chater

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Lyrics
Ah, Frankie Sinatra, ah, Frank Sinatra
Frankie me boy you don't know
You have the perfect voice to sing calypso (what did they say?)
Ah, Frankie Sinatra, ah, Frank Sinatra
Frankie me boy you don't know
You have the perfect voice to sing calypso (what did they say?)
Ah, Frankie Sinatra, ah, Frank Sinatra
Frankie me boy you don't know
You have the perfect voice to sing calypso (what did they say?)
Ah, Frankie Sinatra, ah, Frank Sinatra
Frankie me boy you don't know
You have the perfect voice to sing calypso (what did they say?)
Frankie me boy you don't know
You have the perfect voice to sing calypso
Off this rocker
He's off his rocker
Please Mr. Officer I only had some vodka
Little marijuana, just a few Vicodin
Only reefer surfin' out here while I'm driving
Where your registration, OG license
'Cause of that interior your bitch wanna ride this
Great grand volka dick got low-jack
White hoes calling and they asking where the dope at
What? Whatever
Modern-day Samuel, I roll with that Sinatra
Off a pastor's prayer and we're off like my daka
Listen to the soundtrack, written on maracas
M I A and the joker sent from the Sri Lanka
I divide and conquer, rolling Willy Wonka
Baby momma wanna suck the Don off at the concert
And they gets no pay like Frank Sinatra, bitch
I do this shit my way
Like Frank Sinatra, bitch
Do this shit my way
Ah, Frankie Sinatra, ah, Frank Sinatra
Frankie me boy you don't know
You have the perfect voice to sing calypso (what did they say?)
Ah, Frankie Sinatra, ah, Frank Sinatra
Frankie me boy you don't know
You have the perfect voice to sing calypso (what did they say?)
Frankie me boy you don't know
You have the perfect voice to sing calypso
I'm so high, you're so high
If I take another sip, then I just might die
Take another sip then I just might lie
Tell her what she wanna hear just to get between them thighs
Underground they got us on top of the world
Took the bitch for oysters, now my tongue on her pearl
So fuck what you say, do this shit my way
Like Frank Sinatra, bitch, do this shit my way
Take some vodka, sip slow rocka-ah
I rip rhymes since the day of Frankie Crocker-ah
Photo stocking stock
Known for his killing right hook to make rocky bra
That's no poppy cock pirate
Who can keep blindly, or can keep bliery
Tie lee, or keep it one hunnid
From the hikes and all the lights solemn come from one fit
Come with that headbanger boogie for that ass
Would have gave that whoolie give ten nookies for the cash
Dash, dip slow on that marijuan'
Or maybe he go sing Calypso like Farrakhan
Or Frank Sinatra, mon
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Songwriters: Anthony Di Blasi / Oscar Hammerstein II / Danny Brown / Daniel Dumile / Wilmoth Houdini / Richard Rodgers / Robbie Chater
Frankie Sinatra lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, The Royalty Network Inc.



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