ZEVON, Warren

Werewolves of London

(together with Waddy WACHTEL)

I saw werewolf with a Chinese menu in his hand

Walking through the streets of SoHo in the rain

He was looking for the place called Lee Ho Fooks

For to get a big dish of beef chow mein

Ah-hoo, werewolves of London

You hear him howling around your kitchen door

You better not let him in

Little old lady got mutilated late last night

Werewolves of London again

Ah-hoo, werewolves of London

He's the hairy handed gent who ran amok in Kent

Lately he's been overheard in Mayfair

You better stay away from him, he'll rip your lungs out Jim

Huh, I'd like to meet his tailor

Ah-hoo, werewolves of London

Well, I saw Lon Chaney walking with the Queen

Doin' the werewolves of London

I saw Lon Chaney Jr. walking with the Queen, uh

Doin' the werewolves of London

I saw a werewolf drinkin' a piña colada at Trader Vic's

His hair was perfect

Ah-hoo, werewolves of London

Hey draw blood

Ah-hoo, werewolves of London

Genius

I've got a bitter pot of je ne sais quoi

Guess what, I'm stirring it with a monkey's paw

Since I saw you coming out of my barber shop

In that skimpy little halter top

Did you light the candles? Did you put on "Kind Of Blue"

Did you use that Ivy League voodoo on him, too?

He thinks he'll be alright but he doesn't know for sure

Like every other unindicted co-conspirator

Mata Hari had a house in France

Where she worked on all her secret plans

Men were falling for her sight unseen

She was a genius

There's a a face in every window of the songwriters' neighborhood

Everybody's your best friend when you're doing well, I mean good

The poet who lived next door when you were young and poor

Grew up to be a backstabbing entrepreneur

Albert Einstein was a ladies' man

While he was working on his universal plan

He was making out like Charlie Sheen

He was a genius

When you dropped me and you staked your claim

On a V.I.P. who could make your name

You latched on to him and I became

A minor inconvenience

Your protégé don't care about art

I'm the one who always told you you were smart

You broke my heart into smithereens

And that took genius

You and the barber make a handsome pair

Guess what, I never liked the way he cut your hair

I didn't like the way he turned your head

But there's nothing I can do or say I haven't done or said

Everybody needs a place to stand

And a method for their schemes and scams

If I could only get my record clean

I'd be a genius