Make way! Make way!
Make way for the funeral procession of Doctor Victor von Frankenstein, maker of monsters!
Listen to our tale of woe
A story we must tell
What happened in that castle
Made our lives a living Hell!
A mad man who was crazy
Brought a dead man back to life
Who hurt and lamed
And k**ed and maimed
Our town was torn with strife!
But now we're not afraid no more
We see a brighter day
He's laid to rest
We're truly blessed
And this is what we say . .
Things are swell now
Ring that bell now
We're in Heaven
No more Hell now
Now the doctor's dead, goodbye to dread
We're the happiest town in town!
We're all smiles now
Lose that frown now
No more monsters get us down now
Now the doctor's pa**ed
We're free at last
We're the happiest town in town!
Hold the happiness!
Kemp! Kemp! It's Inspector Kemp! It's Kemp!
Hold the happiness? Why, Inspector Kemp?
Because as long as a Frankenstein lives, our village is in danger!
But, Inspector, the Baron is dead. And he was the last of the Frankensteins!
No!
No?
One lives!
A grandson!
Who is he?
What does he do?
He's a professor, the Dean of Anatomy at New York's most famous institute of higher learning, the Johns, Miriam, and Anthony
Hopkins School of Medicine! As long as this Young Frankenstein walks the earth, we will never be safe
I may be the village idiot, but I ask you, what are the chances of a New York doctor ever coming to Transylvania?
None! Yeah!
On this happy day we say amen
We have wanted this
Since God knows when
No more Frankenstein
You can say that again
No more Frankenstein
We're the happiest town in town
No more Frankenstein
No more Frankenstein
No more Frankenstein
No more Frankenstein
No more Frankenstein
No more Frankenstein
No more Frankenstein
No more Frankenstein
Frankenstein . . . Frankenstein
Frankenstein . . . Frankenstein
Frankenstein, Frankenstein . .