I am wolfman, hear me roar—
A jug’lar just last night I tore,
And that throat was luscious. . .attacked again.
Out it spurted, all that gore
Falling down to the forest floor.
When the sun’s down, I leave the form of men.

Oh, yes, I’ve a vice-
like jaw that will cause you pain.
You will pay the price,
You traipse in my domain.
I will halve you
And chew your intestines.
I have pong (strong!)
That is detectable (detectable)
I am wolfman.

When I’m man, my name is Larry—
I am mild, not at all scary.
My skin’s squirmin’ when around the night time rolls:
I get hunchbacked, grow much stronger,
Not a nice guy any longer,
And I’m teethin’ and then swiggin’ your blood—“Skol!”

Oh, yes, I’ve a vice-
like jaw that will cause you pain;
You will pay the price,
You traipse in my domain.
I will halve you
And chew your intestines.
I have pong (strong!)
That’s not delectable (detestable!)
I am wolfman.

When I’m wolfman, fangs will grow,
A sharp claw sprouts from each toe
And I’ll spread my hairy arms ’cross gal or man.
Am I empathetic? No!
An analysis might show
That my id’s out of control—
Well, it’s lycan’!*

Oh, no, I ain’t nice;
I relish causing of pain.
You will pay the price,
You traipse in my domain.
I will halve you
And chew your intestines.
I am strong (strong!)
But not invincible (silver will kill).

Lifeless wolfman.

“Oh, I killed wolfman!
Done with a silver shell
Something’s wrong!
Look at wolfman:
Larry Talbot, hell!
Well, so long. . . .”



*lycanthropy: : the assumption of the form and characteristics of a wolf, held to be possible by witchcraft or magic