COUNTRY & WESTERN TRANSYLVANIA LOVE SONG
Bob Lincoln was a werewolf
Now he lies beneath the ground
With a silver bullet deep within his chest
He was shot by Hattie Williams
The tru’est lover ever found
Tho’ she cried that night she sent him to his rest
Cho: Howl to the moon Bob Lincoln,
Howl to the moon
Hattie’s gone and shot you down
To keep your heart from prowlin’ round
Of all the wolves she know’d she loved you best!
A full moon smiled down that night
Upon the Junior Prom
Bob drove his Daddy’s hearse to Hattie’s tomb
He combed his face and rang the bell
He knew the chase was on,
When he caught the scent of her wolfsbane perfume!
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All the kids were at the Prom
At Transylvania High
Bob Lincoln danced the foxtrot like a fox,
But when Hattie caught him dancing
Cheek-to-cheek with Wilma Frye,
She thought she smelled a wolf in Bobby’s sox!
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Bob knew that Hattie was upset,
He’d acted like a beast,
But he knew he couldn’t stop his urge to roam
Then Hattie asked him quaintly
Why he hadn’t worn his leash
“If you can’t control your urges, take me home!”
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Now Hattie knew that werewolves roam
’Til their lovers shoot them down
So she took her hidden pistol from her hair
She had one silver bullet,
So she only fired one round
She got him where wolves really should be-ware!
Chorus
Written by Peter Alsop, © 1975, Moose School Music (BMI)
On Peter Alsop and Songs On Sex & Sexuality – www.peteralsop.com
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