This time my countdown gets down-right hairy.

Featuring one of my personal favourite singer/songwriters, Warren Zevon, and his Werewolves of London.

Followed by a dollop of the kooky, the Guess Who’s, Clap for the Wolfman.

An homage to Robert Weston Smith’s on air personae, Wolfman Jack, a gravely voiced, howlin’ good radio and television personality.

Werewolf literature is not big on my reading list, but stop by good reads for their on-line werewolf shelf, or check out the bookbub blog’s 19 hair raising books about werewolves.

Unfortunately, howlin’en falls in the shadow of a waning gibbious moon.

What would you recommend for a hirsute listen and read?

I saw a werewolf walking with a Chinese menu in his hand
Through the streets of Soho in the rain
He was looking for a place called Lee Ho Fook’s
For to get a big dish of beef chow mein

Ah, ooh, Werewolves of London
You can hear him howling around your kitchen door
Better not let him in
Little old lady got mutilated late last night

Werewolves of London again
Ah, ooh, Werewolves of London
He’s the hairy-handed gent that ran amuck in Kent
Lately he’s been overheard in Mayfair

Better stay away from him
He’ll rip your lungs out Jim
Hah, I’d like to meet his tailor
Ah, ooh, Werewolves of London

I saw Lon Chaney walking with the Queen
Doing the Werewolves of London
I saw Lon Chaney, Jr. walking with the Queen
Doing the Werewolves of London

Ah, ooh, Werewolves of London
I saw a werewolf drinking a Pina Colada at Trader Vic’s
And his hair was perfect draw blood

Songwriters: LEROY MARINELL, WADDY (ROBERT) WACHTEL, WARREN ZEVON

Data from: LyricFind

Clap for the Wolfman*

Clap for the Wolfman
He gonna rate your record high
Clap for the Wolfman
You gonna dig him ’til the day you die

Clap for the Wolfman
He gonna rate your record high (hmm, yes gracious)
Clap for the Wolfman
You gonna dig him ’til the day you die

Do Ron Ron and the Duke of Earl
They were friend’s of mine
The highway’s on my moonlight drive
Snuggled in, said baby, just one kiss
She said no, no, no
Romance ain’t keepin’ me alive
I said hey babe, do you want to coo, coo, coo
She said uh, uh, uh
So I was left out in the cold
I said you’re what I’ve been dreamin’ of
She said I don’t want to know
Oh you know, she was diggin’ the cat on the radio

Clap for the Wolfman
He gonna rate your record high
Yes baby, I your doctor in love
Clap for the Wolfman
You gonna dig him til the day you die
Everybody talkin’ about the Wolfman’s confidence of love

Seventy five, eighty miles an hour
She hollers slow, slow, slow
Baby I can stop right on a dime
I said hey baby, give me just one kiss
She said no, no, no
But how was I to bide my time
I said hey baby, do you want to coo, coo, coo
She said uh, uh, uh
Said I’m about to overload
I said you’re what I’ve been livin’ for
She said I don’t want to know
Oh, you thought she was digging you but she was digging me

Clap for the Wolfman
He gonna rate your record high
As long as you got the curves baby, I got the angles
Clap for the Wolfman
You gonna dig him ’til the day you die
It’s all according to how your boogaloo situation stands, you understand

Clap for the Wolfman
He gonna rate your record high
You ain’t gonna get ’em, ’cause I got ’em
Clap for the Wolfman
You gonna dig him ’til the day you die
You might want to try, but I’m gonna keep ’em
Clap for the Wolfman
Clap for the Wolfman
Clap for the Wolfman
Clap for the Wolfman
Clap for the Wolfman (and I got them all)
Clap for the Wolfman
Clap for the Wolfman
Clap for the Wolfman
Clap for the Wolfman

Songwriters: BURTON CUMMINGS, KURT WINTER, WILLIAM R WALLACE

Data from: LyricFind

*Wolfman Jack: DJ, radio personality, recording artist, television personae know for his gravely voice

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