Saturday night, stay near downtown,
Shirking sylvan sites is wise.
Slittin’ of the neck’s a bad end—
That and gougin' out of eyes. . .

Bloodletting oozing from your rent side.
I tell all the people that it’s wrong
To go out without carrying a gat,
’cause that scourge, the Wolfman, is very strong.

A pair of 45’s can be a nice surprise
If silver in the chamber lies.
To waste that long-toothed wolfman in a nap dress,
It’s argentine will make him fall,
Or else you might as well be gatless,
And that long-toothed wolfman will kill y’all.

It is night time that will enable
The change that ain’t into a cat.
The hair that you wear don’t look like sable; joy
Will I find if I whack you with my gat.
Well, your howl ain’t what I’d call “siren”;
It silences with the rise of sun
I just hope that I am able
To do some lupine shootin’ with the gun.

Or else you’ll be rippin’ off my left hand,
And then you’ll go for my right.
I believe that I’m prepared
So I won’t get teeth-pared
’cause I’ve got a yen for livin’
And not gettin’ a claw shivin’
From a long-toothed wolfman in a nap dress.
It’s silver slugs will make him fall,
Or else you might as well be gatless. . .
So, please, long, cool woman, be a moll,
A gun moll, make him fall,
When night falls, make him fall.