This? You're asking why I wear this necklaceWell, it has a lot to do with recklessBehavior caused by an old childish prankAnd now I'm on the run from danger frank.The other day, Jake and I drove through townOnly to find a young man sitting downOn a park bench, with tie and custom suitAnd since we were bored, threw him for a loop.Said Jake, "hey, watch this, dude!" as they came downAnd the bright, shining buttocks viewed through town;But the man held secrets catastrophicBy light of the full moon lycanthropic.Win a Mustang GT Convertible or $50,000!I saw it first - the hair, fangs, claws, and tailTold Jake to pull'em up and run like hell;Wouldn't ya know it? Jake's zipper was stuckSo I left him there, and ran to the truck.I fumbled the keys, forcing ignitionReturning home safe, in good condition;Jake wasn't so lucky, the reporters saidHis body was found later - he was dead.I still hear his voice, taps on the windowsI swear I saw him once, but Heaven knowsThat could not be, unless the rumor is trueA bite by werewolf means trouble for you.So I wear this necklace, in case he comesLooking for me, I can feel the gumsLocking down now, jagged teeth sinking inI wear this silver to protect my skin.Friend, spread this story from east to west coast -Never moon a werewolf, or you'll be toast.
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