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 colors 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   Oh no!      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