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