Somebody's Igor
to the tune of: "Suddenly Seymour" from "Little Shop of Horrors"

"Bring me a brain."
"Sweep up those intestines."
"Hold these two electrodes,
But don't let them touch."
I want to hear
Those phrases again;
I know he was mad
But not very much.

Somebody's Igor
Is what I was made for
Is what I was trained for
Is who I should be.
Somebody's Igor
Is all I am dreaming
A scientist's scheming
Would make me complete.

When I was younger
Learning my lessons
Like handling shovels
At old Igor school
Back in those green days
I used to dream that
Someone would scream at
Me for a fool.

Somebody's Igor
Was what I was made for,
Was what I was trained for
From when I was small
Somebody's Igor
Is all I could ask for
I just want a Master
To stand beck and call.

My Master was brilliant, my Master was bold.
He didn't deserve to end up this way.
For all that I knew him,
He was somewhat frightening
When dialing up lightning,
But still I will say

Somebody's Igor
A servant so steady
Is all that I should be
From now till the end.
It's what I was made for.
Oh, the platform is ready
And soon my dear Master
Will be home again.

*ZAP*