Lyrics Frankie - John Phillips

Frankie, he only wants to be a dancer
Frankie, he never gives you no big answer
Frankie, he lives on 125th street and Broadway
With pin-ups and mugs, dealers of drugs
People getting beat up by junkies and thugs
Yeah Frankie, he only wants to be dancer

(Spanish Harlem's a special kind of city)
(Tough as concrete but still has time for pity)

Frankie is one of bodies that satisfies
Who sexualize the world
He's a physical magician when he fires his ignition
Doesn't need permission, just uses intuition
Frankie, he only wants to be a dancer

Roof to roof, stepping high
Frankie knows he can fly
Catch a star to the sky
Wave as they all pass by

Frankie's folks, they never had much money
So Frankie was raised on love, not milk and honey
Frankie's friends, on 125th street, had warned him, said, "Frankie get out"
So they helped him stay straight, controlling his fate
They know his talent is the key that will open up the gate
Yeah Frankie, he only wants to be dancer

(You know that Frankie, he's one of those bods that satisfies)
(Who sexualized the world)

He's a physical magician when he fires his ignition
Doesn't need permission, just uses intuition
Yeah Frankie, he only wants to be a dancer

Roof to roof, stepping high
Frankie knows he can fly
Catch a star to the sky
Wave as they all pass by

(Frankie only wants to be dancer)
(Frankie never gives you no big answer, no)

Frankie, he lives on 125th street and Broadway
With pin-ups and mugs, dealers of drugs
People getting beat up by junkies and thugs
He's a physical magician when he fires his ignition
Doesn't need permission, just uses intuition
He's staying straight, controlling his fate
He knows his talent is the key that will open up the gate

Frankie, he only wants to be a dancer
Frankie, he only wants to be a dancer
Frankie, he only wants to be a dancer