Happy New Year all! Here is a cheery song about a blood sucking Werewolf. I felt the world needed one. It started out life as 'Vera the Vampire', but then I felt the mysterious but burning desire to start howling like a werewolf on the M8, so then 'Wanda the Werewolf' was naturally born. Hooray.
There is a violin refrain on there which was originally a synth by me. But it sounded a bit lame and so I was lucky enough to persuade a professional violinist and friend of a friend, Rob Shepley, to guest on the track. His violin sounded amazing when played in the room. Then an old work colleague, Elaine, who I used to catch singing at the photocopier, agreed to help out on backing vocals. First time for her recording, and I thought she did great!
Anyhow, hope you enjoy...
https://soundcloud.com/michael-a-duffy/wanda-the-werewolfLyrics:
Wanda The WerewolfWhen you love somebody true
You make an allowance or two
For their bad or nasty habits
Though you say you’re not best pleased
When your tolerance is squeezed
You kiss, make up, do it like rabbits
But there’s an unbridgeable gap
Between my wife Wanda the Werewolf and me
Well it’s just not etiquette
To drink the blood of family pets
Such primal pangs, hardly delightful
And when I tell her plain and frank
She cannot have her own blood bank
She bares her fangs, it’s all quite frightful
But there’s an unbridgeable gap
Between my wife Wanda the Werewolf and me
Unhappy culinary gap
Between my wife Wanda the Werewolf and me
Wanda the Werewolf and me
On dietary matters disagree
Every full moon it’s the same
Blood served with supper
Oh Wanda this night
Your wine list must change
So when I pour the Beaujolais
She looks at me with pure dismay
Compromise is not her strong point
I leave the room to get the spuds
And then return to find there’s blood
Poured on my plate and on the roast joint
But there’s an unbridgeable gap
Between my wife Wanda the Werewolf and me
Unhappy culinary gap
Between my wife Wanda the Werewolf and me
RPT CHORUS
(Werewolf howling)
Wanda the Werewolf’s Chablis
Is oddly full bodied and red like Blood Type B
Why won’t she give it a rest
Our neighbours all look so anaemically pale
And unimpressed
I’ve reasoned with her but it’s no good
Now I’m wondering if one day
Wanda will turn
And take my blood