File Number 9: The Bride of Frankenstein '59
A love story for my files. After searching for centuries, my great uncle Frankenstein met the love of his life. He was driving by the cemetery in his 1959 Chevy as she was picking flowers. Sparks flew instantly. Love at first sight.

Frank was driving by in his '59 Chevy,
I was stealing flowers in the cemetery.
He asked me back to his haunted house.
When the lightning strikes would I be his spouse?

THE BRIDE OF FRANKENSTEIN,
ELECTRIFIED
THE BRIDE OF FRANKENSTEIN FIFTY-NINE.

We got married in the Las Vegas morgue,
The Casino lights were electrifying every night.
The Undertaker heard our vows,
When the lightning strikes would I be his spouse?

THE BRIDE OF FRANKENSTEIN,
ELECTRIFIED
THE BRIDE OF FRANKENSTEIN FIFTY-NINE.

[end with Mozart's Queen of the Night aria from the Magic Flute]

I am the Queen of the Night!
The ring please.
I am the Queen of the Night!
Will you take this monster to be your unlawful wedded husband?
I do, I do I do I do I do!
I now pronounce you monster and wife.