So I'm gonna try it here. It's a song by Michael Hurley, it's called "The werewolf" Oh the Werewolf, Oh the werewolf Comes a-stepping along He don't even break the branches Where he's been gone You can hear his long holler From way across the moor That's the holler of a werewolf When he's feeling poor For the werewolf, For the werewolf Have sympathy cause the werewolf He's somebody like you or me Once I saw him in the moonlight When the bats were flying All alone I saw the werewolf And the werewolf was crying Mmmmmmmmmm Mmmmmmmmmm Crying "Nobody, nobody Nobody knows How much I love the maiden as I tear off her clothes Crying nobody, nobody Knows my pain When I see that it's risen, that full moon again" Ooooooh ooooooh Mmmmmmmmmm And old Igor he said to me Said: "Man, it's this little flute that I play" But I never play by the light of day When you play your flute What do you play on your flute? Mmmmmmmmmm Mmmmmmmmmm