FRANKENSTEIN

FRANKENSTEIN!

My date is coming, in his golf cart
To me he is a work of art
He sends all my heart strings strumming
In his golf cart, my date is coming.

His skin's pale green, with fresh decay
But, Hell, I love him anyway.
He's lacking the basics of good hygiene
With fresh decay, his skin's pale green.

The way he roars, it melts my heart
His neck bolts quiver when he farts
I just adore his open sores
It melts my heart, the way he roars.

The cart is broken, broken down,
So like Fred Flintstone he goes to town,
With his huge green feet, through the bottom pokin'
Broken down, the cart is broken.

SANDTRAPS BAAAD! he roars with malice
He strokes his five iron (he named it Alice)
He is the best I've ever had,
He roars with malice, SANDTRAPS BAAAD!