Chill looks down at the dreary village if you can call it a village, more a ragtag collection of dismal huts. He thinks he should build a raft and drift down the Odra to Wroclaw and check out the big city. His head hurts. Not sure if it's from the wine or trying to think like Mr. Parker. He heads back to his hut to have an ale.
<<Fade out to Warren Zevon
He's the hairy handed gent whose keyboard ran amok in Kent,
Lately he's been misheard in ACfair.
You better stay away from him,
He'll confuse your brains out, JM,
Huh! I'd like to meet his tailor.
Ahhwooooo... Werewolves of Wroclaw, Ahwooooo!
Ahhwooooo... Werewolves of Wroclaw, Ahwooooo!
Well, I saw Fishfriend walking with the Queen,
Doing the Werewolves of Wroclaw.
I saw FF Jr. walking with the Queen,
Doing the Werewolves of Wroclaw.
I saw a werewolFF drinking a Coca Cola at Trader Vic's,
And his hair was perfect.
Ahhwooooo... Werewolves of Wroclaw, Huh! Draw confusion!
Ahhwooooo... Werewolves of Wroclaw...>>
<<Fade out to Warren Zevon
He's the hairy handed gent whose keyboard ran amok in Kent,
Lately he's been misheard in ACfair.
You better stay away from him,
He'll confuse your brains out, JM,
Huh! I'd like to meet his tailor.
Ahhwooooo... Werewolves of Wroclaw, Ahwooooo!
Ahhwooooo... Werewolves of Wroclaw, Ahwooooo!
Well, I saw Fishfriend walking with the Queen,
Doing the Werewolves of Wroclaw.
I saw FF Jr. walking with the Queen,
Doing the Werewolves of Wroclaw.
I saw a werewolFF drinking a Coca Cola at Trader Vic's,
And his hair was perfect.
Ahhwooooo... Werewolves of Wroclaw, Huh! Draw confusion!
Ahhwooooo... Werewolves of Wroclaw...>>