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
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

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