Song Lyric Sunday — Werewolves

For this week’s Song Lyric Sunday theme, Jim Adams chose “animals.” And for my animals-themed song, I chose Warren Zevon’s “Werewolves Of London.” Hey, werewolves are animals, aren’t they?

“Werewolves Of London” was sung by Zevon and was written by Zevon, LeRoy Marinell, and Waddy Wachtel. The song was included on Zevon’s third solo album, Excitable Boy. It was the only song of Zevon’s career to reach the Top 40, peaking at number 21 on the Billboard Hot 100 in May 1978.

When Zevon was working with The Everly Brothers, he hired Wachtel to play in their backup band. At one point, Phil Everly asked them to write a dance song for the Everly Brothers called “Werewolves Of London.” Wachtel and Zevon were good friends and were strumming guitars together when someone asked what they were playing. Zevon replied, “Werewolves Of London,” and Wachtel started howling. Zevon came up with the line “I saw a werewolf with a Chinese menu in his hand,” and they traded lyrics back and forth until they had their song.

The song was produced by Jackson Browne and featured backup vocals from Mick Fleetwood and John McVie of Fleetwood Mac. The lyrics tell the story of “a hairy-handed gent who ran amok in Kent.” He’s well-dressed, well-groomed, and “preying on little old ladies.”

Zevon died from lung cancer in 2003. Here are the lyrics to his song.

I saw a werewolf with a Chinese menu in his hand
Walking through the streets of Soho in the rain
He was looking for the place called Lee Ho Fook’s
Going to get a big dish of beef chow mein
Werewolves of London

If you hear him howling around your kitchen door
Better not let him in
Little old lady got mutilated late last night
Werewolves of London again
Werewolves of London

He’s the hairy handed gent who ran amuck in Kent
Lately he’s been overheard in Mayfair
Better stay away from him
He’ll rip your lungs out, Jim
I’d like to meet his tailor
Werewolves of London

Well, I saw Lon Chaney walking with the Queen
Doing the werewolves of London
I saw Lon Chaney, Jr. walking with the Queen
Doing the werewolves of London
I saw a werewolf drinking a pina colada at Trader Vic’s
His hair was perfect
Werewolves of London again
Draw blood

Sunday Photo Fiction — A Simple Girl

12e70a31-5edc-45c1-88b5-11ca0fd1b2eeMany thought she was a simple girl with a simple mind. She spent her time alone, up in the attic, simply painting simple pictures.

She started with a simple painting of her pet dog. Then one of her neighbor’s cat. Of flowers and animals and animals with flowers. Of homes and hills and sunrises and sunsets. All simple, each unique.

Her simple paintings remained unseen by anyone else, even her parents. When they died, in their simple will, they left their simple daughter their simple house. The simple girl, shy and retiring, had to, for survival, leave her simple house periodically. But she continued to spend most her time living her simple life painting her simple pictures. Hundreds of them. Maybe a thousand. Maybe more.

After years of painting her simple pictures, her health fell into a deep descent. She developed a serious cough, one that ultimately proved fatal.

A representative from the town’s property assessor’s office came to assess the value of the simple house. He went up to the attic and discovered something that no one would have been able to predict. He found a treasure trove of simple paintings, paintings that were valued in the simple millions.

(200 words)


Written for Susan Spaulding’s Sunday Photo Fiction prompt. Photo credit: Susan Spaulding. Also for these one-word prompts: Ragtag Daily Prompt (pet), Word of the Day Challenge (unique), Michael’s Writing Prompts (descent), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (cough), Your Daily Word Prompt (representative), and Daily Addictions (predict).

Twittering Tales — At the Zoo

50474750-943F-4EB2-A505-4FF91684FB36“What does it say?” the boy asked.

“It’s about how the ancient Egyptians built a zoo using crude tools,” the man said. “And all of the birds, animals, and snakes they kept at the zoo.”

“Wow,” the boy said, “really?”

“I don’t know, kid,” the man grinned. “I can’t read hieroglyphics.”

(280 characters)


Written for Kat Myrman’s Twittering Tales prompt. Photo credit: fotoerich at Pixabay.com.

Share Your World — Coffee, Tea, or Milk

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Melanie is celebrating her third week of hosting Share Your World since taking over from Cee Neuner. Melanie has posted the following SYW questions:

What Is your favorite beverage?

I don’t know that it’s my “favorite” beverage, but it’s mandatory two to three times a day: coffee.

What is your interpretation of “The Golden Rule”? Are there ramifications to breaking it?

Call me a cynic, but it’s “do unto others before they do unto you.” No, just kidding. Ramifications? Well, what goes around comes around, I suppose.

Sunrise person or sunset person?

When I lived on the east coast, it was sunrise. Now that I live on the west coast, it’s sunset.

Do people in modern society anthropomorphize animals too much?

Yes, except for my dog and cat, who are more human than most people I know.

What were you grateful for during the past week?

After a cool and mostly foggy, cloudy August, it was nice to see the sun shining again. Last week was sunny every day. And this week’s forecast calls for more of the same.

Time To Write — Six Things

28AE0E6E-9D29-48F3-AD07-5E139DC71714“Why are you crying, sweetheart,” Anita’s grandfather asked her.

Anita stopped crying and attempted to wipe away her tears. “Because, Poppy,” she said, “there’s a talent show at school next week and I told everyone that I could make balloon animals, but I’ve tried and tried and I just can’t seem to do it right.”

“Well, honey,” he said, “It takes a lot of hot air to blow up the balloons like that and maybe you’re having trouble because you’re not full of hot air, like some people I know.”

“But if I don’t have enough hot air,” Anita said, “how am I going to win the talent show? And look,” she said, pointing to a crudely drawn banner, “I already made a sign to advertise my balloon animals.”

“Maybe, Anita, it would be best to find another talent for you to show off to your classmates,” her grandfather suggested. “Let’s go out and get an ice cream cone and talk about what your real talents are.”


Written for Rachel Poli’s Time To Write prompt, using the random words animals, balloon, and best, and for Teresa’s Three Things Challenge where the the things are crying, grandfather, and banner.