I'm the kid on the block
   With my head made of rock
   And I ain't got nobody
   I'm the state of the art
   Got a brain a la carte
   I make the babies cry
   I ain't one of the crowd
   I ain't one of the guys
   They just avoid me
   They run and they hide
   Are my colours too bright
   Are my eyes set too wide
   I spend my whole life
   Burning, turning
  
   CHORUS:
   I'm a teenage Frankenstein
   The local freak with the twisted mind
   I'm a teenage Frankenstein
   These ain't my hands
   And these legs ain't mine
  
   Got a synthetic face
   Got some scars and a brace
   My hands are rough and bloody
   I walk into the night
   Women faint at the sight
   I ain't no cutie-pie
  
   I can't walk in the day
   I must walk in the night
   Stay in the shadows
   Stay out of the light
   Are my shoulders too wide
   Is my head screwed on tight
   I spend my whole life
   Burning, turning
  
   CHORUS