Howling At the Moon

Howling at the Moon I stood outside Between the trees In a field On the outside of town Beneath the lunatic rays Of the blood-red full moon The lunatic lights of the moon Casts a wild primeval glow On me The hormonal chemicals are unleashed The wild beast within Escapes it chain And I howl with delight A werewolf Free at last To run amuck Free of its civilized restrains Throwing off its clothes Stripping naked Running wild Naked and free A wild man Enjoying his freedom As I sit Under the lunatic light of the full moon Of the blood-red lights of the moon Full of wild passions The lustful beast stirs again And starts running and running Howling at the moon Riding into the new dawn On a demented Harley Davis cycle With two naked babes on his back Riding into the moon 90 miles per second At the speed of thought He disappears into the lunatic light Of the full moon And I wake up Alone, In my bed Saying, man, that was quite a night I better not go there again The wild beast Laughs He has heard that before And I join him In howling at the moon