An American Werewolf in London by Neil Bastian published on 2019-10-15T23:29:54Z An American Werewolf in London Music/lyrics © Neil Bastian 2019 Moon image by Mike Petrucci: unsplash.com/@mikepetrucci When the doleful toll of the Big Ben bell Strikes its midnight knell And the full moon casts its dreadful spell You’ll find me raising hell There’s a beast inside me And it’s buried deep There’s a beast inside me And it’s sound asleep It’s in hibernation Huddled in its keep But when the moon’s up in the sky I become a diff’rent guy To the demon deep inside me, life is cheap It’s a new companion And it’s growing strong And its claws are in me And they’re growing long All the plans I dreamed of Have become undone So pray for little me Cos it seems I’m doomed to be An American Werewolf in London While you’re sipping on your Guinness In the Rose and Crown Outside I’m on the rampage I’m tearing up the town While you blow upon your cocoa In your dressing gown Policemen armed with rifles Line up to shoot me down I leave a trail of tracks behind me Printed in the mud When I wake up, I’m naked, I’m shaking And covered in ...! [SPOKEN] Oh my God, Jack was right. It’s happened again. Let me check the news. Okay... Seems I’ve been seen In Bethnal Green And they heard me barking In a place called… Barking And along The Strand They found a severed hand ‘N down in Downing Street They found a pair of feet A marauding menace In Little Venice Today in Wimbledon The last thing on their mind… is tennis Two nuns in Putney I turned them both to chutney And in Kensington Gore Need I say more? I made my mark In a place called ‘South Wark’ Seems I appal ‘em In a place called Bal-ham They found a knee bone In a street in Mary Le Bone And in Leicester Square... Well let’s not go there I’m an American werewolf in London And my plans for future happiness have all become undone An American werewolf in London But whatever I get up to, I’m still my mother’s son I represent my country in a most atrocious way God bless the good ol’ US of A This ain’t no Scooby Doo cartoon I’m really howling at the moon It gives a fella pangs to know Each night he’ll sprout new fangs I don’t think I can cope I’m a hairy, scary lycanthrope: ‘An American Werewolf in London’ That’s how I’d bill myself But to kill the beast inside me I’m gonna have to... oh my God…