I see them linin up to howl at the moon

singin Wonderwall out of tune

wasn't an unusual sight

it's any town on any given Saturday night

you'll see 'em prowlin in a pack for a fight

and his hairy hand's enough to give a brother a fright

turned to me and asked me what my problem was

then jumped around and smacked me bang across my head because

I wasn't wearin a white shirt that looked like his

didn't go to the disco to swing my fists

or I don't know maybe it wasn't the clothes

I haven't got a monobrow or an Elastoplast across my nose

I wasn't doin all the things he do

I was mindin my own business with a drink or two

still he's gotta come and misbehave

after seven drinks the creature's risen from the grave

strange transformations

happen after midnight across the nation

yeah we all enjoy a drink or two

but why they gotta do the things they do?

and if you don't believe in Jekyll and Hyde

you gotta go the horrorshow they're shootin outside

bottom of the bottle to the black lagoon

I see them linin up to howl at the moon

spit with every word that they say

shoulder barge you out of the way

titties fallin out of their tops

there's a curse on the country ask the cops

why they be beatin them inside of the van

I see one climbin up a statue like the bogieman

grab your hat and vanish in a cloud of dust

you need a silver bullet just to get the bus

I never been on a ghost train that went like this

I only sat on the top deck and ate my chips

I see the bride of frankenstein, it stumbles by me

married to the monster and she sits beside me

face like a freakshow, caked in make-up

now her hand's on my knee and I'm tryin to wake up

suddenly her fella stands and growls

with his teeth in my neck I can hear him howl

strange transformations

happen after midnight across the nation

yeah we all enjoy a drink or two

but why they gotta do the things they do?

and if you don't believe in Jekyll and Hyde

you gotta go the horrorshow they're shootin outside

bottom of the bottle to the black lagoon

I see them linin up to howl at the moon

fallin off the chair at the park

nearly gettin hit by a car

runnin with her shoes in her hands

cryin on the steps on the phone to mam

tryin to put his hand down my bra

in the road playin air guitar

pukin up inside a cab

finishin the whole of a doner kebab

strange transformations

happen after midnight across the nation

yeah we all enjoy a drink or two

but why they gotta do the things they do?

and if you don't believe in Jekyll and Hyde

you gotta go the horrorshow they're shootin outside

bottom of the bottle to the black lagoon

I see them linin up to howl at the moon