Frankenstein’s song
Now I’ve got a liver and I’ve got the lights
I’ve got a hunched assistant and some stormy nights
I’ve got the best location in this misbegotten nation
But I haven’t got a brain for my monstrous creation
So get down to the lab
Get down to the lab
Rummage through the jars there and investigate the slab
But take your time because it would be a shame
To come back with a cortex that was quite insane!
I’ve got the body and the bolts are tight
I’ve got a kite a-flying in the stormy night
I’ve got a PhD from Ingoldstat for my dissertation
But I haven’t got a brain for my monstrous creation
So get down to the lab
Get down to the lab
Rummage through the jars there and investigate the slab
Now double check the label, and do everything carefully
Don’t make me use a frontal lobe that’s runny as Caerphilly.
I’ve made my monster massive to simplify the stitchin’
Now I’m only waitin’ on the help of Igor who’s assistin’
I'm brooding like a God; filled up with blasphemous elation
But I haven’t got a brain for my monstrous creation.
So get down to the morgue, abhorred
It’s a big brain smorgasboard
Rummage through injured and investigate the gored
Rustle up a cerebrum from a former Mensa member
And not one from a maniac who’s dying to dismember.
If I’ve told you once, I’ve told you twice
I’ve told you loose and formal
Don’t come back at all if you’ve got anything abnormal.
Now I’ve got a liver and I’ve got the lights
I’ve got a hunched assistant and some stormy nights
I’ve got the best location in this misbegotten nation
But I haven’t got a brain for my monstrous creation
[Inspired by imaging 'Young Frankenstein: the Broadway Musical'
full acknowledgment to Mel Brook's 'Abby Normal' joke.]
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