words by Gordon Downie
music by Bobby Baker, Johnny Fay, Gord Sinclair)
The moon comes up, I start to sweat
call the doctor, call the vet
my brain goes numb, my blood gets hot
all I need is what you got
I'm a werewolf, baby, and here I come
I'm a werewolf, baby, and here I come
I lose control, I just can't stop
you look so good like a big pork chop
ripped my pants, ripped my shirt
I'm gonna eat your mother for dessert
chorus
I can smell your blood, I can hear you breathe
I'm gonna eat your heart right off your sleeve
eat you cooked, eat you raw
I'm gonna rip you up like a big chain saw
