Oh my darling,
Oh my darling,
Oh my darling,
Frankenstein.
I abhor you
and adore you.
You’re my darling,
Frankenstein.

Your creator
was a doctor
in a castle
near the Rhine.
On a slab
inside his lab
you were constructed
Frankenstein.

Arms and legs and
head and torso
that the doctor
did combine.
Bolts of lightning,
very frightening,
gave you life dear
Frankenstein.

Then you rose up
from the table
with a bellow
and a whine.
You went lurching,
simply searching
for some dinner,
Frankenstein.

When the townsfolk
saw you coming
you sent shivers
down their spines.
So they chased you
with their pitchforks
and their torches
Frankenstein.

Then you lumbered
to the forest
where you hid
amongst the pine.
While the doc, he
did concoct me,
yes a bride
for Frankenstein.

We were married
in the castle,
and forever
you’ll be mine.
We’re a creature
double-feature,
oh my darling,
Frankenstein.