Werewolf Barber

In the shadows of the trees they're gathering tonight.
Noone dares to show his face.
They're prepared to hunt and they are prepared to fight,
but their hair is a disgrace.

Dimly lit by the full moon,
furry creatures in the wood.
They are longing that very soon
each of them will look real good.

Werewolf barber

Werewolf barber's got long scissors and knows how to use them.
Soon his hands become a blur.
Cutting, trimming, shaving wolfish hair, he knows to soothe them.
Soon there are big heaps of fur.

A clean shave, a fringe, quiff or mohawk
make a werewolf look real fine.
But should he dare to cut them a mullet,
they'd be sure to break his spine.