Belamite Howling At the Moon

Belamite Howling at the Moon A belamite sat drinking In a bar On the dangerous left side Of the city of Angels By the rail road tracks In the dark dangerous part of town Where the police fear to tread And the tourists never came Twenty drinks too sober The belamite drank His way to hell One bourbon, one scotch And one beer Drinking alone With his buddies Jack Daniels, Jim Beam, old grand dad Mr. Bullit, Jonny Walker He looked up At the naked lady Dancing with an attitude That could kill an elephant In heat He stumbles out Looks at the blood red blue moon And begins howling at the moon Liked an escaped banshee From the depths of hell The other drunken inmates From that bar of evilness Joined him in howling at the rabbit in the moon