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 spent my whole life
Burning, turning

Chorus:
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 spent my whole life burning
Burning, turning

Chorus

Writer : ATHIS, ROBERT WILLIAM/ALICE COOPER
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC