Yo, meet Frankie Photography, a man with a plan, But when he hits the bar, he's just a blurry-eyed fan. He stumbles 'round town with a camera in hand, Snapping pics of trash cans, thinking he's the man. He's 46, but thinks he's in his prime, Sipping on whiskey, thinking he'll shine. But there's a girl in the corner, only 21, She's watching Frankie, thinking he's the one. Frankie Photography, drunk off his ass, Thinking he's a legend, but he's just a drunken pass. He's chasing after dreams, but he's chasing 'round the block, And the girl in the corner, she's laughing nonstop. She's 21, he's 46, it's quite a sight to see, But age ain't nothing but a number, she's feeling free. She sings a song, a sweet serenade, But Frankie's too busy with his blurry escapade. He's snapping pics of pigeons, thinking they're art, But the girl in the corner, she's capturing his heart. She watches him stumble, with a smile so bright, Thinking, "Maybe he's the one, for just tonight." Frankie Photography, drunk off his ass, Thinking he's a legend, but he's just a drunken pass. He's chasing after dreams, but he's chasing 'round the block, And the girl in the corner, she's laughing nonstop. Age ain't nothing but a number, that's what they say, But when Frankie's around, it's a wild display. She's 21, he's 46, it's a comedy of fate, But in this crazy world, they might just be great. So here's to Frankie Photography, chasing his dream, With a girl by his side, it's quite the scene. He may be drunk and blurry, but he's got a spark, And in the world of photography, that's a work of art.