Bobby "Boris" Pickett — Rabian - The Fiendage Idol

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