Larry T., is that you?
During the day, this would not ensue:
Sunken eyes, howling cries,
Hairy thighs. . .damn moonrise.
I tell you now: we’re comin’ after you;
There’s simply nothing else for us to do.

We gotta get us the wolfman,
Even though he’s a nice guy in daytime and will thrive.
We gotta get us the wolfman;
We better get stalkin’
And silver-slug Glockin’ now.

Larry T. was my “friend”;
Take that R out, and you’ll end
With a word that’s mean; it’s “fiend.”
And it’s “demon”’ it means.
If him down to hell we are gonna send,
Argentine armament we must expend.

Takin’ his life is what we mean to do;
We can’t think of him as a person who
Is a nice fellow; with those thoughts we’re through—
So just think of his crimes and not good times together.

Stalkin’ that thing now with a special gun,
We gotta do him in ’fore night is done,
Before the rising of the morning sun,
Because we ain’t got time for debating the ethics.

So we
Gotta make a dead one of this wolfman who has come around
Since he got bitten once when sun was down.
The one who gets him will garner renown,
So just think of his crimes and not good times together.

We gotta get us the wolfman
And when were through with that,
We’ll stake that bat!