His rakish drooling spree is unseemly and has got to end.
Hey, wolfman, some night you cruise,
A silver bullet we’re gonna use.
When you’re loping out in the night air
Your pastime is vile—
We are well prepared.

You tear off whole heads, and the brains come out;
You wear the body, and the blood spouts.
Aha, wolfman! We know ’bout your game:
All you want to do is kill and maim.

E-evil wolfman. . . .

So, we’re gonna hunt you down.
Hitmen, we want you no more around.
We have pooled lots of money to buy some AK’s;
No more will you rule. . .go out in a blaze.

Aha, wolfman! You are gonna rue;
We’ll destroy you, you hirsute, fur-suit scourge goes “Wooooooooooooooo!”
It’s no good, that sneeze-make wolfbane—
We’re gonna get you and no more you’ll be a wolf bane.

E-evil wolfman. . . .

Evil wolfman, your hours won’t be long.
Not much longer will you wail your pizza-tinged* song.
Argh! not funny that we done f**ked up:
Not argentine, the slugs; on us now you sup!”

We tried running, but most of us died;
All that’s left: me and a couple guys

Aha! Next time we will know:
Have the bullets assayed, so they ain’t faux.

E-eating wolfman. . . .


*“That’s Amore”: “When the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie. . . .”