Once they killed his
monster when it
went into a trap
Now he's making
better ones on a
higher step
On a warm
summer day the
doctor went away
To a place where he
could make it real
His assistant's hips
were nice
So he cloned her once
or twice
Now his hips are aching
what a deal
Dr. Stein grows
funny creatures
Let's them run into
the night
They become great
rock musicians
And their time is right
time is right
Sometimes when he's
feeling bored
He's calling it a day
He's got his computers
and they do it their
own way
They mix some
DNA some skina and
a certain spray
You can watch it on
a laser screen
And the fellow's blue
and grey
Or sometimes pink
and green
Just check it out on
Halloween
Dr. Stein grows
funny creatures
Let's them run into
the night
They become great
politicians
And their time is right
One night he
cloned himself
Put his brother on
a shelf
But when he fell asleep
that night
It crept up from behind
and thought well
never mind
Took a syringe and
blew out his life
Dr. Stein grows
funny creatures
Let's them run into
the night
They become a great
possession
And their time is right
Dr. Stein grows
funny creatures
Let's them run into
the night
They become a great
oppression
And their time is right