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• Artiste: Bobby 'Boris' Pickett
• Titre: Wolfbane
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There's a man in the horror movies we all know It starts these nights on the late, late show When the moon is full in the midnight hour His face transforms into a ? His clothes are continental, an appearance far from neat And what chick would dig a cat with growth on his feet He misses all the parties, he's a lonesome pup All he really wants to do is chew people up Got fangs he can't conceal Can't brush after every meal Never out 'til the sunlight fades How are you fixed for blades When the sun is rising unto the baying of the hound A mangled carcass is always found He's really not vicious, just wants to play It's not his fault he gets carried away So do they Got fangs he can't conceal Can't brush after every meal Never out 'til the sunlight fades How are you fixed for blades So if you go parking in Lovers' Lane Be sure you have a good supply of live Wolfsbane For if you're there past midnight when the moon is due Chances are a wolf man will put the bite on you My goodness, you're teeth are sharp Didn't I see you on TV the other night? Have you had a rabies shot lately? Don't you have a cousin named ? I'll bet your name is Larry Talbot