A scientist, whose experiments are funded by his sleazy music agent uncle, procures the best body parts of fantastic musicians to make the ultimate performer. His grave robbing sidekick digs up body parts from Jimi Hendrix, Keith Moon, and Elvis, to name a few.
But when they decide to steal Jim Morrison's naughty bits, an accident right out of Young Frankenstein destroys their target and they grab the closest member which turns out to be from Liberace. Oh no, what will Frankenstein do? His brain says girls, but his sex drive says boys.
Not as good as it should have been, but not as bad as it could be. It's okay and there are some laughs, but I wouldn't watch it again.