Me mother became a werewolf
I swear to you it's true
Me mother became a werewolf
Oh what the hell am I to do
One minute she's making short bread
Now we keep her in a zoo
Me mother became a werewolf
Oh I miss her homemade stew
Walking home on a Sunday morning
On that country road in Clare
I heard a strange howling
Riding on the air
The sight of her was paralyzing
All I could do was stare
Me dear Ma was a werewolf
Covered head to toe in hair
I called my brother Gavin
To run and get his gun
We're off chasing Mommy
Come on we're losing sun
She's quicker than a drunk scared rabbit
Don't it sound like hell of fun
Me poor mother is a werewolf
We can't stop 'til we're done
Off to the hills of Kerry
To Galway's gleaming shore
Our once sweet loving mother
Now rotten to the core
One bullet wouldn't do it, man
It must have taken four
We're a bunch of Paddy's on Ireland's werewolf hunting tour
Me mother became a werewolf
I swear to you it's true
Me mother became a werewolf
Oh what the hell are we to do
We caught her in County Sligo
Hiding in O'Hara's pub
She growled and bit at Old Mikey
Left his hand a bloody stub
Gavin pulled that cool hair trigger
Mom hit the floor with a flub
Me mother shot and wailing so we Gave her furry belly a rub
Six years since that Easter Sunday When our mommy went away
And all over Ireland you can
Hear the people say
If your mother becomes a werewolf
Don't consider it a sin
Just give a call to the werewolf wranglers
Young Franky and Gavin
Me mother became a werewolf
I swear to you it's true
Me mother became a werewolf
Oh what the hell are we to do
One minute she's making short bread
Now we keep her in a zoo
Me mother became a werewolf
Oh I miss her homemade stew
What the hell are we to do
We keep her in a zoo
I swear to you it's true
Aaahhhh-men