Once they killed his monster when it went into a trap,
Now he's making better ones on a higher step

On a warm summer day the doctor went away
To a place where he could make it real;
His assistant's hips were nice,
So he cloned her once or twice:
Now his hips are aching - what a deal
 [bad word] 
Dr. Stein grows funny creatures
Lets [bad word] into the night
They [bad word] [1] great rock musicians
[2] great politicians
[3] a great possession
[4] a great oppression
And their time is right

Sometimes when he's feeling bored,
he's calling it a day
He's got [bad word] and they do it their own way

They mix some DNA, some skina and a certain spray,
You can watch it on a laser screen;
And the fellow's blue and grey,
Or sometimes pink and green -
Just check it out on Halloween
 [bad word] 
One night he cloned himself,
Put his brother on a shelf;
But when he fell asleep that night,
It crept up from behind and thought "well never mind"
Took a syringe and blew out his life

Music & lyrics - Michael Weikath
From "Keeper Of The Seven Keys II", 1988