Wolfman, oh, wolfman,
Have you got eating on your mind? You’re that kind.
You’re so strong and grievous;
There’s matted hair on your hide,
And I’m afraid at night, that’s when you dine.
I got an AK to gun you, but I need bullets argentine.

Wolfman, oh, wolfman,
I have defeating on my mind. . .argentine.
I’ll see that man who’s dressed in blue;
He has what is right for me.
It will hurt, but in a wink, you’ll be supine.

Yeah, wolfman, take a look
Down the barrel that’s grooved.
Through it: pure silver that’s refined.
I hate you, so I’m spraying
All these slugs right into you.

Wolfman, oh, wolfman
Your turn for bleeding at night time.
Wolfman, oh, wolfman
I love defeating your bite-kind