Frank:
How d'you do, I
See you've met my
Faithful handyman.
He's just a little brought down
Because when you knocked
He thought you were the candy man.
Don't get strung out by the way I look.
Don't judge a book by its cover.
I'm not much of a man by the light of day
But by night I'm one hell of a lover.
I'm just a sweet transvestite
From Transexual, Transylvania.
Let me show you around
Maybe play you a sound.
You look like you're both pretty groovy.
Or if you want something visual
That's not too abysmal,
We could take in an old Steve Reeves movie.
Brad:
I'm glad we caught you at home,
Could we use your phone?
We're both in a bit of a hurry.
Janet:
Right.
Brad:
We'll just say where we are,
Then go back to the car.
We don't want to be any worry.
Frank:
Well you got with a flat, well, how 'bout that?
Well, babies, don't you panic.
By the light of the night it'll all seem alright.
I'll get you a satanic mechanic.
I'm just a sweet transvestite
From Transexual, Transylvania.
Why don't you stay for the night?
(Night)
Or maybe a bite?
(Bite)
I could show you my favourite obsession.
I've been making a man
With blond hair and a tan
And he's good for relieving my... ...tension
I'm just a sweet transvestite
From Transexual, Transylvania.
HIT IT, HIT IT!
I'm just a sweet transvestite.
(Sweet transvestite)
Sweet transvestite
From Transexual, Transylvania.
So - come up to the lab,
And see what's on the slab.
I see you shiver with antici -
(3 seconds) - pation.
But maybe the rain
Isn't really to blame.
So I'll remove the cause.
(chuckles)
But not the symptom.
Writer(s): Richard O'brien
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