Lyrics Rabian the Fiendage Idol - Bobby "Boris" Pickett & The Crypt Kickers

Who's that knocking on my laboratory door?
I'm much too busy, would you answer it, Igor?
Excuse me, Boris, for this rude imposition
I have a new talent I'd like you to audition

I never expected this of you, Drac
Looks like everyone wants to get in on the act
Since I've had a hit record and made all this bread
I've become the Dick Clark for all the undead.

Is he really that good or are you handing me jive?
One time he did wolf calls with your Crypt-Kicker Five
This here is Van Helsing, I know by his tail
His name is now Rabian, you should hear him wail

Oh, come now, Bela, do you take me for a fool?
Could this rabid creature be an all-American ghoul?
I'm sure he can, Boris, I bet my left wing
Alright, you bloodsucker, let's hear him sing

Well, well, well, I'm a werewolf
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm a werewolf
Whoa, whoa, whoa
When I'm on the prowl and I hear your growl
I wanna howl
A-woo!

Groovy, Drac, this boy has a sound
He'll knock 'em alive for miles around
We'll comb his hair into rock and roll bangs
Get him de-flea-ed and cap his fangs

Werewolf
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm a werewolf
Woo, woo, woo
When I'm on the prowl and I hear your growl

I wanna howl
Woo, woo

It's too much
I told you you would like him
Don't call us, we'll call you
Werewolf, whoo, whoo, whoo
I'm a werewolf
When I'm on the prowl
Come around next week, will you?
Whoo, whoo, whoo
Whoo, whoo, whoo
I'm a werewolf
Whoo, whoo, whoo
I'm a werewolf
I'm a werewolf
Whoo, whoo, whoo