The New Frankenstein and Johnny Song

Oh, I'm gonna tell you a story. One that's a favorite of mine. It's about two ghastly creatures, milked by Dr. Frankenstein. It was her monster. What they made him all wrong, or Frankie the monster, met Elsa.

In old Dr. Frankenstein's land, he knew it was love From the very first sight, when he saw her on their slam, He was her monster. What they made him all wrong, Then Frankie, he said that he loved her, And wanted to stay by her side.

He grunted and growled, She screamed and she hung, When he asked her to be his bride, He was her monster. What they made him all wrong, The wedding was held in a graveyard. One night when the full moon was high.

I went there myself, disguised as a fan. It's the only way to fly. He was the monster, what they made him all wrong. As soon as the wedding was over, Frankie sat to dance all around.

That's when the boats in his neck came loose And his head fell to the ground He was her monster What they made him all wrong In Frankie and his lovely pride Of course they couldn't put his head back on again He was her monster

What they made him all wrong I hope you'll remember this story When it's dark and you turn out your life Because somewhere that endless nonsense Still wonders through the night he wants her monster But they made him wrong, here he comes