I am (I am) wolfman (wolfman)
Yes I am. . . .
My body changes at night, but not to a lamb.

Howled, I am (I am) wolfman (wolfman)
Yes I am. . . .
My body changes at night, then I’m on the lam.

It ain’t easy stalking stiletto’d babes—
At least I needn’t woo ’em.
During day I wear shoes;
I look swell; well-coiffed is my ’do.
It’s lycanthropous,
Doing what I do.
Fangs have sharp points
For when I chew.
Night gets hectic
And I howl “ooooooooooooooooooo!”
No one understands
What I must go through.

I am (I am) wolfman (wolfman)
Yes I am. . . .
My body changes at night; I’m no longer “Sam.”

Howled, I am (I am) wolfman (wolfman)
Yes I am. . . .
My body changes at night—but not into “Pam.”

My teeth gashin’ folks rashly,
My claws slashin’.
I got this body that looks nasty
I bring guys and gals down—
They scream because I’m ghastly.
Right after the shock
I get real gnashly.

It’s perfect, my maw, for boldly snackin’—
First I’m attackin’, then bones are crackin’.
I just ain’t myself,
And I just can’t help trackin’
Down folks, then I rip ’em.
Here’s a tip: much caution
On your part should not be lackin’.
Women at night will get a bite
And women who try
To outrun me will die.

I am (I am) wolfman (wolfman)
Yes I am. . . .
My body changes at night; during day, I’m “Sam.”

Howled, I am (I am) wolfman (wolfman)
Yes I am. . . .
My body changes at night—out to kill I scram.

[no bridge in fangs]

I am (I am) wolfman (wolfman)
Yes I am. . . .
Argentine armaments—yikes! Lone Ranger? No fan!

Howled, I am (I am) wolfman (wolfman)
Yes I am. . . .
This Sparks song gave me a fright, so from it I ran.

[fade on repetitive yowling from dusk to dawn]