Wavy hair, receding lips;
Marks you with his “finger” tips.
Get-throat choices in the night;
He’s a restless spirit with a wrenching bite.
“Wooooooooooooooooooo!” wicked wolfman;
Out your eye he’ll pry.
“Wooooooooooooooooooo!” wicked wolfman;
Out comes the moon and folks die.

Worse than a hellhound in the night
Prances, gambols, causes fright,
Shameless, raffish, Satan’s brother.
Doomed are you in nocturnal blackness
’neath a killer moon.

“Wooooooooooooooooooo!” wicked wolfman;
Out your eye he’ll pry.
“Wooooooooooooooooooo!” wicked wolfman;
Out comes the moon. . .silver eye.

Well, you try to run for cover,
But you know it’s over—
When he’s creeping around, you’ll be dead.
It gets gruesome when you’re found;
You’ll lie on the ground.
What’s left, rotting in the nighttime,
Your skin, just a shred.

“Wooooooooooooooooooo!” wicked wolfman;
Off your thigh he’ll pry
“Wooooooooooooooooooo!” wicked wolfman;
Out comes the moon. . .then, “goodbye!”