I see them linin up to howl at the moon

Singin Wonderwall out of tune

Wasnt an unusual sight

Its any town on any given Saturday night

Youll see em prowlin in a pack for a fight

And his hairy hands 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 wasnt wearin a white shirt that looked like his

Didnt go to the disco to swing my fists

Or I dont know maybe it wasnt the clothes

I havent got a monobrow or an Elastoplast across my nose

I wasnt doin all the things he do

I was mindin my own business with a drink or two

Still hes gotta come and misbehave

After seven drinks the creatures 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 dont believe in Jekyll and Hyde

You gotta go the horrorshow theyre 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

Theres 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 hands on my knee and Im 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 dont believe in Jekyll and Hyde

You gotta go the horrorshow theyre 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 dont believe in Jekyll and Hyde

You gotta go the horrorshow theyre shootin outside

Bottom of the bottle to the black lagoon

I see them linin up to howl at the moon