He may sit all day long smoking Woodbines,Or loll around, languid and supine,But by moonlight he'll lope,A berserk lycanthrope,With a countenance horribly lupine.
Hell Hath No Fury Like a Wolfman ScornedE'en a man who is pure in his heart,Can wake in the night with a start,When the autumn moon's bright,He'll give you a fright,Before ripping your entrails apart.After Curt Siodmak. Long, long after.
Lon Chaney had scored playing "Lenny"But good roles since then weren't manyFor following dadLon had to play "bad"The "junior" just like a bad penny
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