Big hairy Dave

I’ll take it to the grave.

The things we’ve been doing all afternoon.

Now you’re like a werewolf in the city.

Keeping me oh so busy.

Prowlin' and howlin' round my room.

Your tongue it is a lapping. Your teeth they are a snapping.

As you work your magic on my full moon.

You’ve got a bone to bury.

And I really am quite ready.

As the day turns dark all too soon.

My body it is ravaged. My bedroom it is savaged.

I know I’m dead for certain, with the daylight peeping through the curtain.

Oh big hairy Dave!

Our rendezvous, so fleeting.

I check to see when it’s the next full moon.