The Werewolves of London Town Lyrics

Beware the days of the year, little man
When the moon hath a face like a silver crown
Cleave if thou may'st to the home of thy clan
And hide from the Werewolves of London Town
Beware the coverts and courts, little maid
Where walks the man with the coat of brown
Though thou art abandoned, be not waylaid
By the hungry Werewolves of London Town
Beware the alleys and lanes, my son
Those shining eyes and their power of sewn
If thou art sighted, be not undone
By the mighty Werewolves of London Town

Beware the starlit nights, my child
And pretty lady in the sleek white gown
Though thou art forsaken, be not beguiled
By the charming Werewolves of London Town