Lives a hunchback with one hand |
And he's earnin' his pay |
A'haulin' brains all day |
For a madman
by the name of Grand |
Grand says he's a doctor |
A doc' of what I do not know |
He's got wildfires a'burnin' in his eyes |
On a face as
cold as snow |
And he's mad, mad, doctor Grand |
Madder than the Hatter in Wonderland |
Madder than Frankenstein |
More twisted
than a ball o' twine |
Some madmen like their potions |
Or their shiny time machines |
But Doctor Grand wouldn't settle for less |
Than a monster both big and mean |
He got a secret labrotory |
His computer is a Cray |
He got a laser ray gun in his pocket for fun |
He got some
monster D.N.A. |
And he's mad, mad, doctor Grand |
Madder than the Hatter in Wonderland |
Madder than Frankenstein |
More twisted
than a ball o' twine |
Outside his lab not long ago |
Lighting lit the night |
That monster's fingers started |
Twitchin' all around |
And ooh it was a sight |
That doctor's eyes blazed brighter |
And his laughter then began |
But Doctor Grand learned a lesson that night |
Bout monster makin and
short-sighted plans |
And he's mad, mad, doctor Grand |
Madder than the Hatter in Wonderland |
Madder than Frankenstein |
More twisted
than a ball o' twine |
(Slow, spooky tone on this stanza) Well on that cloudy moonless night |
Chicago woke
to the monster's sound ***ROAR*** |
The sun came up that morn to find |
Chicago six
feet underground |
And he was mad, mad, doctor Grand |
Madder than the Hatter in Wonderland |
Madder than Frankenstein |
More twisted than a ball o' twine |
Friday, July 3, 2015
Mad, Mad, Doctor Grand
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