Come on and bring your shovel we're out for trouble and fright

We'll take all we can carry from the old cemetery tonight

In potter's field we'll disinter one dead person or two

We need the freshest body we can get nothing shoddy will do

With a mind quite refined but defined obsessedthat's young Herbert West

His studies into death are quite progressed

He needs flesh that is fresh in a special way and shows no decay

He can't use a stiff with a whiffto avoid it he'll even slay

M U's most brilliant student is not so prudent at times

With loads of mad palaver he commits his cadaverous crimes

As he injects a potion to witness motion anew

You must admit it's terrific Herbert's scientific breakthrough

There's a typhoid epidemic stalking Arkham-town

It has killed Dean Halsey who's a doctor of renown

But Herb's chemical-agent swiftly sent his saintly soul to hell

While his mortal remains live in a padded cell Well well well

It will cause the greatest horror this town ever saw

Cause the Dean will tear and eat the flesh from bodies raw

It'll look as grotesque as imagery by artist Sidney Sime

These terrible things are the things we'll remember all through our time

Bodies ripped from the crypt terror gripped my heart but I did my part

I thought that Herbert West was really smart

And alas not too fast but at last I learned his victims returned

They came to avenge the syringe and he got the fate that he earned

The work was slow and sordid in a really morbid domain

Herb was a workaholic with a cold diabolical brain

To Herb a human bein' was a mere machine made of meat

It only goes to show you that old death is a foe you can't cheat

It only goes to show you that old death is a foe you can't cheat