[moon baying]

Hey, hairy man,
Hey, scary man.

When you turn you drool, a dame you rip, pull. . .
A canine demeanor, a canine moniker.
Then you slay an older boy; your precepts
Are not attractive and lead to ruin/ruin’.

Hey, hairy man, you’re not tame now,
Canis lupus your way.
Hey, scary man, you’re infame now,
Canine body your way.

You’re always something spectral, loupy,
Night-time dependent, every hairing.
You’ll chomp an arm when you are raging. . .
Sundown, your man shtik’s disappearing.

Hey, hairy man, you’re not tame now,
Canis lupus your way.
Hey, scary man, you’re infame now,
Canine body your way.

Your so, so like a wolfman to me
(So like a wolfman to me)
Go, go, go bite a woman nightly
(Go bit an old man nightly)

[howling solo]

Hey, hairy man, you’re not tame now.
Human body! No way!
Hey, scary man, you love “game” now,
Human-body buffet.

People live, you turn, and they’re killed squirming;
You’ll chew their thighs, no-smiles teething creature.
Wretched fressing ogre, you eat quickly;
Next I’ll hear other non-people baying.

Bay, scary man, you’re inflamed now
Because it’s nearly day.
Hey, hairy man, you are tamed now:
Silver bullet will slay.

Hairy man, scary man, buried man.