You don't like my looks, and
you sure don't want a kiss?
You can blame the doc, Frankenstein
made me like this!
You can call me Frank, but my
wife just calls me "Hiss!"
Well, I'm kinda' shy; giant
crowds are just the pits!
And mobs, pitchforks, and
torches give me fits!
When these blues are done, can
we do "Puttin' On The Ritz"?
Oh, it's tough to be a monster!
Electric bill's a hundred grand!
So I got my fiends together,
We are the Monster-ous Blues Band!
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