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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bobby "Boris" Pickett & The Crypt-Kickers
Bobby "Boris" Pickett & The Crypt-Kickers
Performer
Bobby Paine
Bobby Paine
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bobby Paine
Bobby Paine
Songwriter
F. Heller
F. Heller
Songwriter
Bobby "Boris" Pickett
Bobby "Boris" Pickett
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Richie Vetter
Richie Vetter
Producer
Roger Keay
Roger Keay
Mixing Engineer
Michael Gusick
Michael Gusick
Producer
Bobby Paine
Bobby Paine
Producer

Lyrics

Still working in the lab, late these nights With eyes grown used to eerie sights I've created a monster who can dance and walk But I couldn't teach him how to talk My faithful assistant, that hunchback fool Who wastes his time in DJ school Says, "Master, get hip! Don't be a sap! Teach the creature the Monster Rap!" You've gotta shock the body, shock the body, body Shock the body, shock the body, body Shock the body, shock the body, body Shock! (RRRRRR!) Igor, you idiot! Yes, Master? Bring me some vocal chords! Yes, Master! 'Cause I just want to hear him speak And tonight the storm will reach its peak Connect electrodes, turn on the power We operate within the hour The kites went up without a hitch Then Igor screamed, "I'll pull the switch!" The bolt came down, his head went zap Now he's doing the Monster Rap Shock the body, shock the body, body Shock the body, shock the body, body Shock the body, shock the body, body Shock! (RRRRRR!) I've given you a voice, now rap for Daddy Well, they shot a million volts into my brain Now I'm ready to rap like a runaway train If you get in my way, we're bound to clash 'Cause I'm the same dude that did the Monster Mash That's my boy! (Shock the body, body) So we invited the zombies, creeps and ghouls And turned them into rapping fools Drac woke up from his nap, said "Teach me how to Monster Rap!" You gotta shock the body, shock the body, body Shock the body, shock the body, body Shock the body, Shock the body, body Shock! (RRRRRR!) Igor, you fool! Yes, Master? He's breaking loose! We've reached a goal undreamed of by science! Listen, he's going to rap again! I got bolts in my neck, a flat-top head I'm eight feet tall and I'm back from the dead Y'see I can break rappers down to tears 'Cause I've been monster rappin' for a hundred years They all light up the torches, chase me through the town (Get down, Frankie) They do everything to try to track me down But they can't keep up, they can't compete 'Cause I've got the rap with the monster beat Y'see North, East, West and South I'm the cat they call 'Monster Mouth' When I start to rap, I control the room I can get the werewolves howlin' at the moon Y'see, I'm and big and bad, scarred and mean I'm the cool range howla, Dr. Frankensteen I said rap, bap, another zap! (BZZZZT!) Can't stop the rappin', now He won't stop rapping! Strap him down, Igor He must be heavily sedated Yes, Master (RRRRRRRR!) Oh, shut up! (Shock the body) (Shock the body)
Writer(s): Bobby Paine, Frank Heller, Bob Pickett Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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