He's not a zombie, he's made of bi-i-i-its
I got from corpses, smell like shi-it
Oh, I'm a grave digger, sewin' these parts
From cemet'ries
Uh

(Not quite a zombie)
Now I'm not sayin' I'm a grave digger (he's made of bi-i-i-its)
But I've no need for livin' folks, skipper (not quite a zombie)
No, I'm not sayin' I'm a grave digger (he's made of bi-i-i-its)
I've just no need for breathin' folks, skipper (I made a frea-eak)
Dig down, Igor, dig deep down (I made a frea-eak)
Dig down, Igor, six feet down (I made a frea-eak)
Dig down, Igor, dig deep down (I made a frea-eak, yeah)
Dig down, Igor, dig

My name is Doctor Frankenstein, just call me Doc
And I wish to create a monster servant, what a job
But to create this, I've got to go ahead and rob
A crapload of graves for raw materials, there's lots of fresh parts
But I can hear you all ask "Fresh? You geezer
Ain't nothin' fresh 'bout a corpse, they weren't buried in freezers"
See, that would be a point, but guess what?
I own the coffin bus'nesses in town, numbnuts
So ev'ry coffin beneath the ground is in
A state of great coldness so I can pop in
And reap the harvest of organs on display
I've been plannin' this project since I was about eight
You heard right? Let's take off the cover
See if I can use the legs of this poor sucker
They're twigs, did this guy have a muscled brother?
Got all night to find these bits, let's try another

(Not quite a zombie)
I'm still not sayin' I'm a grave digger, uh (he's made of bi-i-i-its)
But I can't use those livin' folks, skipper, uh (not quite a zombie)
No, still not sayin' I'm a grave digger, uh (he's made of bi-i-i-its)
Got no use for those breathin' folks, skipper, uh (I made a frea-eak)
Dig down, Igor, dig deep down (I made a frea-eak)
Dig down, Igor, six feet down (I made a frea-eak)
Dig down, Igor, dig deep down (I made a frea-eak, yeah)
Dig down, Igor, dig

I've heard sneers, lots of sneers
Folks said I can't do this and some more profane sneers
It goes against the nat'ral order or some other bullshit
What else is science for but bringin' change? You twits
I still got a big list here, move on to the next grave
Nice bicep from Joel, keep goin', you're up next, Dave
Lotsa people sayin' that I'm psycho, I don't worry
For soon I'll be a science maestro in a flurry
I could make my own undead sideshow, make some money
But first I'll take knees from Milo, cheers, dead buddy, buddy, buddy
I will rule this dump, they'll regret makin' fun
OF MY WORK, DUNCES
Went on a weird tangent with that
Let's see if ol' dead Matt can spare us some calves
And some ears, need some ears
Cause there's still work to be done on that telepathic link

(Not quite a zombie)
Not really sayin' I'm a grave digger, uh (he's made of bi-i-i-its)
But I don't need no livin' folks, skipper, uh (not quite a zombie)
Can't say I'm sayin' I'm a grave digger, uh (he's made of bi-i-i-its)
I just don't need no breathin' folks, skipper, uh (I made a frea-eak)
Dig down, Igor, dig deep down, uh (I made a frea-eak)
Dig down, Igor, six feet down (I made a frea-eak)
Dig down, Igor, dig deep down, uh (I made a frea-eak, yeah)
Dig down, Igor, dig

Sorry for disturbin' your peace, Joe, I need that spleen
I don't know what it does and I'm a PhD
Just won't be complete without all organs, see
Even the appendix, so I'll take yours for completion
I hear someone askin'
"Why not take one corpse, no need for all that hackin'"
I'd agree if I was lazy, but that's a lie
No-one's in the same condition when they die, so
I've gotta find
The best bits so I can bring them to life
So I'm gon' keep trawlin' and tryin' and hope it all works
Then do it again, except this time, I'll make a girl

Dig down, Igor, dig deep down (I made a frea-eak)
Dig down, Igor, six feet down (I made a frea-eak)
Dig down, Igor, dig deep down (I made a frea-eak)
Dig down, Igor, dig (yeah, not quite a zombie)
Fridge broke, put him back