The Were-Wolf's Lament Koslover, Cynthia McQuillin / Trad "banks of sicily", not trad

A new moon is rising I feel it tonight
My perm it is through and my nails are a fright
My clothes are all now thirty sizes too tight
Oh pity a poor naked were-wolf

Chorus:
Prowl run howl at the full moon
I can't do it right, don't know why I try
Soon the moon will be rising
Oh Woe is the life of a were-wolf

My were-friends all tease me they think it's a lark
To think of a werewolf who's scared of the dark
But this little werewolf was mugged in the park
Oh pity a poor battered were-wolf

A werewolf should be quite ferocious and mean
And do to its prey things extremely obscene
But this little werewolf thinks veggies are keen
Oh shame on a veg eating were-wolf

My allergy tablets are making me dry
It's better than sneezing when I'm on the sly
My fur makes my nose run then waters my eyes
Oh pity a poor sniffling were-wolf