| I see them linin up to howl at the moon
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| Singin' Wonderwall out of tune
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| Wasn’t an unusual sight
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| It’s any town on any given Saturday night
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| You’ll see 'em prowlin in a pack for a fight
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| And his hairy hand’s enough to give a brother a fright
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| Turned to me and asked me what my problem was
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| Then jumped around and smacked me bang across my head because
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| I wasn’t wearin a white shirt that looked like his
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| Didn’t go to the disco to swing my fists
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| Or I don’t know maybe it wasn’t the clothes
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| I haven’t got a monobrow or an Elastoplast across my nose
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| I wasn’t doin all the things he do
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| I was mindin my own business with a drink or two
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| Still he’s gotta come and misbehave
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| After seven drinks the creature’s risen from the grave
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| Strange transformations
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| Happen after midnight across the nation
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| Yeah we all enjoy a drink or two
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| But why they gotta do the things they do?
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| And if you don’t believe in Jekyll and Hyde
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| You gotta go the horrorshow they’re shootin outside
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| Bottom of the bottle to the black lagoon
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| I see them linin up to howl at the moon
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| Spit with every word that they say
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| Shoulder barge you out of the way
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| Titties fallin out of their tops
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| There’s a curse on the country ask the cops
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| Why they be beatin them inside of the van
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| I see one climbin up a statue like the bogieman
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| Grab your hat and vanish in a cloud of dust
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| You need a silver bullet just to get the bus
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| I never been on a ghost train that went like this
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| I only sat on the top deck and ate my chips
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| I see the bride of frankenstein, it stumbles by me
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| Married to the monster and she sits beside me
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| Face like a freakshow, caked in make-up
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| Now her hand’s on my knee and I’m tryin to wake up
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| Suddenly her fella stands and growls
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| With his teeth in my neck I can hear him howl
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| Strange transformations
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| Happen after midnight across the nation
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| Yeah we all enjoy a drink or two
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| But why they gotta do the things they do?
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| And if you don’t believe in Jekyll and Hyde
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| You gotta go the horrorshow they’re shootin outside
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| Bottom of the bottle to the black lagoon
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| I see them linin up to howl at the moon
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| Fallin off the chair at the park
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| Nearly gettin hit by a car
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| Runnin with her shoes in her hands
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| Cryin on the steps on the phone to mam
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| Tryin to put his hand down my bra
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| In the road playin air guitar
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| Pukin up inside a cab
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| Finishin the whole of a doner kebab
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| Strange transformations
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| Happen after midnight across the nation
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| Yeah we all enjoy a drink or two
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| But why they gotta do the things they do?
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| And if you don’t believe in Jekyll and Hyde
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| You gotta go the horrorshow they’re shootin outside
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| Bottom of the bottle to the black lagoon
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| I see them linin up to howl at the moon |