There was a wolfman on the radio,
he talked to me at night.
He'd play me songs, I'd sing along.
it helped stave off the fright.
"Have Mercy" he would tell me.
Wisdom flowing like a fount.
"Love is not just counting years
it's making those years count."
These lessons, he would teach me
as I lay there in my bed
but then I'd hear the floorboards creak
and fill my heart with dread
A monster stole into my room
unzippering his fly.
And if he saw what the dadman did
it would make the Wolfman cry.
So what becomes of all the little boys,
Who run away from home,
Well the world just keeps gettin' bigger,
Once you get out on your own,
So here's to all the little boys,
The sandman takes you where,
You'll be sleepin' with a pillowman,
On the nickel over there.