some people say a man is made up by god
but my man's made from some stuff under sod
muscle and blood and skin and bones
a man i can tweak and bring back to roam

i need sixteen parts...what can i get ?
another stray shoulder, two knees and a neck
hey, igor, can you help me cause i can't go
i need to sew up my man a bit more

guy was lowered this morning in a box made of pine
my man grabbed his shovel, now that body is mine
i'm needing sixteen parts to make my man whole
but he's still stone dead cause he's got no soul

i got sixteen parts...how do they fit ?
a bunch of strange organs, all slippery and wet
hey, igor, can you help me, cause i don't know
i've got no clue how these pieces all go

i worked late one evening, there was lightning and rain
raised up that gurney just to capture the flame
he was brazed when that bolt snaked, it was trauma, sublime
now, he's a real live human and his heart beats fine

i used sixteen parts...and what a great set
a creature i formed here and what a nice pet
hey, igor, how you helped me...and served me so
you got the goods so my monster could grow

if you see him coming, better step aside
his brain is kinda wicked...in fact, it is fried
two fists of iron but a brain that is grilled
if he sights, he'll chase ya, in a fight, he'll kill

i used sixteen parts...and what did i get ?
a seven foot soldier who leads me to fret
hey, igor, can you help me...we need to go
i've got a mob...at my castle's front door