The Happiest Town In Town

Make way! Make way!

Make way for the funeral procession of Doctor Victor von Frankenstein, maker of monsters!

Listen to our tale of woe,

A story we must tell,

What happened in that castle,

Made our lives a living Hell!

A mad man who was crazy

Brought a dead man back to life,

Who hurt and lamed,

And killed and maimed,

Our town was torn with strife!

But now we′re not afraid no more,

We see a brighter day.

He's laid to rest,

We′re truly blessed,

And this is what we say . . .

Things are swell now,

Ring that bell now

We're in Heaven,

No more Hell now

Now the doctor's dead, goodbye to dread

We′re the happiest town in town!

We′re all smiles now,

Lose that frown now

No more monsters get us down now

Now the doctor's passed

We′re free at last

We're the happiest town in town!

Hold the happiness!

Kemp! Kemp! It′s Inspector Kemp! It's Kemp!

Hold the happiness? Why, Inspector Kemp?

Because as long as a Frankenstein lives, our village is in danger!

But, Inspector, the Baron is dead. And he was the last of the Frankensteins!

No!

No?

One lives!

A grandson!

Who is he?

What does he do?

He′s a professor, the Dean of Anatomy at New York's most famous institute of higher learning, the Johns, Miriam, and Anthony

Hopkins School of Medicine! As long as this Young Frankenstein walks the earth, we will never be safe

I may be the village idiot, but I ask you, what are the chances of a New York doctor ever coming to Transylvania?

None! Yeah!

On this happy day we say amen

We have wanted this

Since God knows when

No more Frankenstein

You can say that again

No more Frankenstein

We're the happiest town in town

No more Frankenstein

No more Frankenstein

No more Frankenstein

No more Frankenstein

No more Frankenstein

No more Frankenstein

No more Frankenstein

No more Frankenstein

Frankenstein . . . Frankenstein

Frankenstein . . . Frankenstein

Frankenstein, Frankenstein . . .