Frankenstein and Johnny

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. He was her monster. What they made him all wrong Oh, Frankie the monster, Mad Elsa.

In old Dr. Frankenstein's land. He knew it was love The very first sight when he saw her on that slam, he was her monster. But they made him all wrong, then Frankie he said that he loved her, and wanted to stay by her side.

He grunted and gowed, she screamed and she hung, and 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 started 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, he'd frankly and his momly pride. Of course they couldn't put his head back on again.

He was her monster. What they made him all wrong, hope you'll remember this story. When it's dark and you turn out your life. He was somewhere that Epless Munson still wonders through the night he was her monster What they made him wrong, here he comes