Come on and bring your shovel, we're out for trouble and fright We'll take all we can carry from the old cemetery tonight In potter's field we'll disinter one dead person or two We need the freshest body we can get; nothing shoddy will do With a mind quite refined, but defined obsessed: that's young Herbert West His studies into d**h are quite progressed He needs flesh that is fresh in a special way, and shows no decay He can't use a stiff with a whiff: to avoid it he'll even slay! M.U's most brilliant student is not so prudent at times With loads of mad palaver he commits his cadaverous crimes As he injects a potion to witness motion anew You must admit it's terrific, Herbert's scientific breakthrough There's a typhoid epidemic stalking Arkham-town It has k**ed Dean Halsey, who's a doctor of renown But Herb's chemical-agent swiftly sent his saintly soul to hell While his mortal remains live in a padded cell. Well well well! It will cause the greatest horror this town ever saw Cause the Dean will tear and eat the flesh from bodies raw It'll look as grotesque as imagery by artist Sidney Sime These terrible things are the things we'll remember all through our time Bodies ripped from the crypt, terror gripped my heart, but I did my part I thought that Herbert West was really smart And alas, not too fast, but at last I learned his victims returned They came to avenge the syringe and he got the fate that he earned! The work was slow and sordid in a really morbid domain Herb was a workaholic with a cold diabolical brain To Herb, a human bein' was a mere machine made of meat It only goes to show you that old d**h is a foe you can't cheat It only goes to show you that old d**h is a foe you can't cheat!