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Igor
Igor


If you want a dead body and the stores are closed, 
Who can you turn to? Everybody knows... 
It’s IGOR. WO-ho-ho-HO-HO-HO... 
Good old IGOR. 

He'll hurry down to the graveyard and take it. 
If they don’t have the kind that you want, he'll make it. 
Oh, IGOR. WO-ho-ho-HO-HO-HO... 
Good old IGOR. 

How I love that beady little eye. 
My pal Iggy ... ain’t no greedy guy. 
When life don’t go ...the way that you planned, 
He’ll be the first one to give you a hand. 
Get it? A hand? 

You can wash your face, and brush your fangs, 
But when you take a bath, who'll scrub your wings? 
Oh, IGOR. WO-ho-ho-HO-HO-HO... 
Good old IGOR. 

He's got a heart o’ gold... and a lotta brains. 
He keeps 'em in the closet with his Sunday chains. 
Oh, IGOR. WO-ho-ho-HO-HO-HO... 
Good old IGOR. 

Down in the cellar...diggin' in the mud... 
He's a little batty, but he's in my blood. 
Oh, IGOR. WO-ho-ho-HO-HO-HO... 
Good old IGOR. 

Gettin’ good help now’days is a hassle. 
Who puts an apron on and tidies up the castle? 
Who's happy sleepin'... under my bed? 
Who can I depend on to help me get ahead? 
Get it? A head? 

He’s got a hunch... and he may be right... 
We'll meet two nice girls and take 'em out for a bite. 
Oh, IGOR. WO-ho-ho-HO-HO-HO... 
Good old IGOR. 

Words and music by Jack Blanchard. Copyright © by Jack Blanchard Songs (BMI).
All rights reserved. Reprinted by permission.


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