O Frankenstein
Your monster’s awfully fright’ning
He’s brought to life from corpses in the dirt
You’re playing God with science and some lightning
He looks so weird with green skin and huge girth

He won’t use soap and smells worse than the horses
His neck has bolts and body’s stitched and torn

Run… From this beast
In fear as he advances
A fright design
Not bright and he’s deformed
Take flight and hide
He’ll fight… With might he’ll bite

Beware this dope, He bashed out of his braces
In boots you’ll shake, When hear his furious roar

Run… From this beast
He’ll sneer
Sneer and be boisterous
That fright design
Yeah, Not right…
You've all been warned
In sight… Scared white
Oh cripes!
Brought dead to life