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Been workin' all night in the grave-yard
Yeah 'piece work' way out back
That frickin' Igor, though he slave's hard
He switched my bride's parts sac!

And now I've gotta

Return to mend her
Find eyes that match!
Swap two left feet
'De-bone' snatch!

I'm really sorry
You're voice ain't right
My 'hunch' is Igor got
Your throat from Barry White!

When lightnin' strikes then I'll be woo-in'
E-lec-tri-fy my bride
My lab's a' smokin'—Damn—she's ru-ined!
A voltage spike! She's fried

(So now he's gonna)

Return to mend her
She's Franken-vile!
Crisped and rendered
Cajun style!

(Yeah) I'm gonna slash, gonna hack
And replace 'em parts that's black
Gonna build me a Brittany Spears!
Be her Mad-Doc Fed-er-line
Make her horny by design—and
Put nuthin' tween those ears!

(And now she's breathin')

She yearns—woos tender
So sizz-lin' hot!
Glad I sewed in
Six G-spots!

(And now she's squeezin')

She yearns—woos tender
My lus-ty lass!
So glad I gave her
J. Lo's ass!

(And now he's wheezin')

She yearns—woos tender
And don't talk back!
So glad I mounted
Dolly's rack!

(Return to mend her!)

(Return to mend her!)