She's much too fresh.
Where did you get her?
No, don't confess for I must wed her
To my abomination son of man.

"Doc Frankenstein!"
Who said that?
"Won't you be mine?"
Now, cut that out!
I've got cuttin' to do.
I'm not finished with you.
No chit-chat till this is through.

It's no easy operation
To apprehend the apparition
To make the phantom corporeal,
Substantial stuff for us to feel.
Scalpel please. Make incision.
Scissors! Oh, these quick decisions!
It takes a steady hand...
Curse my monster's sick demands!

How does she look?
Do the scars show?
She's all sewn up
With no place to go,
Save on a hellish honeymoon
That ends all too soon in hell, well...

"Doc Frankenstein!"
Who said that?
"Won't you be mine?"
Baby, how you been?
Oh my, your hand's so cold.
But I'll be bold and hold it anyhow.

It's all so thrilling
When you're willing
To fudge and fake
To make a killing
Still I want to tear it apart!
Stop the beating of this hideous heart!
Why do I abandon my endeavor to sever
To pick up the needle and sew it back together?
Oh, it's neverending, can't you see?
Just cut this hand off, it's offending me!
Once dead, but now...
It's alive!
It's alive!