The Professor is building something extraordinary   From the first signs, well I knew he would hide it from me   Clang, clang rattle and buzz   There's a helicopter blade and a bit of a truck      He's got no more quality time to be   Going on adventures spending mornings on black key   Using a ouija board    Or finding hidden places that have never been sought I pray   Origami, full of grace   The professor is mad and he's working a feverish pace   Diabolical, delicious things   Something is bad and it's something within me      Do you know, do you know, what is he building in there?   Gotta know, gotta see what is he building in there?   Gotta know, gotta be something destructively daring, disasterly   It's got the best of me      The Professor is building all kind of devilish devices   One part with a singular bit of enlightenment   Bang, crash glitter and bug   There's a phonographic needle and a stereo-heart       He's got no plans to make an announcement   No preliminary sketches, or advice to impart to me   One ounce of jealousy   Fifty-seven gallons juvenile delinquency      Super supremacy   Gotta find the answer   Gotta fashion a skeleton key   Diabolical delicious deeds   Something's bad and its shrouded in secrecy      Do you know, do you know, what is he building in there?   Gotta know, gotta see, what is he building in there?   Gotta know, gotta be something destructively daring, disasterly   It's got the best of me      [Computerized/megaphone voice:]   There are really few dimensions.    Three; which we call the three planes of space.   And a fourth: Time      The professor is building something extraordinary   Behind bars and a door he won't open for me   Kind words and a barrel of a gun    Will make him come to grips   Make him face up to what he's done      Do you know, do you know, what is he building in there?   Gotta know, gotta see, what is he building in there?   Gotta know, gotta be something destructively daring, disasterly   It's got the best of me