Lyrics Have You Ever Chopped a Wolf? - Dance Club Massacre

Have You Ever Chopped a Wolf?

One night road trip to Chicago
I drove down with my friends
This is our last chance for grace
For starters we’ll dine with what we thought to be kings and queens
Turned out to be just Palumbo
Well here we are the Westin Palace, wild packs spread out in the lobby
We chose a different route, the bar
Would ya look at this?
The enforcer, the champ, mid-carders galore
How did we end up here?
This can’t be real
I’m doing shots and bumping elbows with the whole damn show
The bar is closed yet we’re still here
On this night we’re one of them
Finally that wheelin' dealin' (kiss stealin') limousine-ridin', jet flying
(stylin' and profilin') son of a gun makes his entrance
The entire pack howl in his presence in respect
This party has now officially begun
One week before the king steps down from his throne
So long, nature boy