Werewolf Bar Mitzvah

Aw man, Trey, look up at the sky. It's a full moon on the Sabbath. This is scary. Break it down. I was drinking late on my hot Torah when I heard a knock on my bedroom door.

I opened it up and to my surprise it wasn't where I was standing there with glowing gold. I be set to marvel my son. You will be a man. But tonight's the time to join the Wolfin Clan.

Tomorrow you will stand at the beam of ampray But tonight, let's gaze at the moon and bay Web of permits for spooky scary Pons becoming men, men becoming world Web of permits for spooky scary Pons becoming men, men becoming world Alright, that was great, right, okay?

That's over, that's a wrap Oh, the next day would happen The trauma didn't teach I got up in front of everyone to get my little speech Shit, my teeth turned into bangs and my nails into claws And I nearly dropped their taro when my hands turned into paws I growled and I roared and my rabbi did as well

It was a fucking werewolf zoo at simple bathy manual Hey man, where you learn all these Jewish words? My man is your hardly lemons Werewolf bobbins for us, poofy, scary Boys be coming then, men be coming bold I just don't think this the idea of the song can sustain itself for that long.

It seems a little sweaty now. So this whole premise is sweaty. We had a reception at the Larchman Country Club. They served the real nice brisket and the A foot party sub. I danced with my cousins. I got money from my folk.