Make way! Make way! Make way for the funeral procession of Doctor Victor von Frankenstein, maker of monsters! Listen to our tale of woe A story we must tell What happened in that castle Made our lives a living Hell! A mad man who was crazy Brought a dead man back to life Who hurt and lamed And k**ed and maimed Our town was torn with strife! But now we're not afraid no more We see a brighter day He's laid to rest We're truly blessed And this is what we say . . Things are swell now Ring that bell now We're in Heaven No more Hell now Now the doctor's dead, goodbye to dread We're the happiest town in town! We're all smiles now Lose that frown now No more monsters get us down now Now the doctor's pa**ed We're free at last We're the happiest town in town! Hold the happiness! Kemp! Kemp! It's Inspector Kemp! It's Kemp! Hold the happiness? Why, Inspector Kemp? Because as long as a Frankenstein lives, our village is in danger!
But, Inspector, the Baron is dead. And he was the last of the Frankensteins! No! No? One lives! A grandson! Who is he? What does he do? He's a professor, the Dean of Anatomy at New York's most famous institute of higher learning, the Johns, Miriam, and Anthony Hopkins School of Medicine! As long as this Young Frankenstein walks the earth, we will never be safe I may be the village idiot, but I ask you, what are the chances of a New York doctor ever coming to Transylvania? None! Yeah! On this happy day we say amen We have wanted this Since God knows when No more Frankenstein You can say that again No more Frankenstein We're the happiest town in town No more Frankenstein No more Frankenstein No more Frankenstein No more Frankenstein No more Frankenstein No more Frankenstein No more Frankenstein No more Frankenstein Frankenstein . . . Frankenstein Frankenstein . . . Frankenstein Frankenstein, Frankenstein . .