Rabian - The Fiendage Idol Songtext
von Bobby (Boris) Pickett and The Crypt‐Kickers

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, Bella, 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, woo, woo, woo
I′m a werewolf when I'm on the prowl
Come around next week, will you?


Woo, woo, woo
Woo, woo, woo
I′m a werewolf
Woo, woo, woo
I'm a werewolf
I′m a werewolf
Woo, woo, woo