Dr. Frank-N-Furter:

How do 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 Steeve Reeves movie

Brad Majors:

I’m glad we caught you at home

Could we use your phone?

We’re both in a bit of a hurry

Janet Weiss: Right!

Brad Majors:

We’ll just say where we are

Then go back to the car

We don’t want to be any worry

Dr. Frank-N-Furter:

Well you got caught 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

Riff Raff: Night!

Dr. Frank-N-Furter: Or maybe a bite

Columbia: Bite!

Dr. Frank-N-Furter:

I could show you my favorite obsession

I’ve been making a man

With blonde 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

Chorus: Sweet Transvestite!

Dr. Frank-N-Furter: From Transexual

Chorus: Transylvania

Dr. Frank-N-Furter:

So come up to the lab

And see what’s on the slab

I see you shiver with antici…pation

But maybe the rain

Isn’t really to blame

So I’ll remove the cause

But not the symptom!