Yeah I'm gonna dig up Howlin' Wolf
Put his skull on my guitar
I'm gonna dig up Howlin' Wolf
Put his skull on my guitar
Yeah I'm gonna eat some head cheese
Gonna go too far
I'm gonna mate with Dr. Gene Scott
That'd be some weird little kids
I'm gonna mate with Dr. Gene Scott
Have me some rabies babies
I said oh Dr. Gene
I wants to see your spleen, how how
Where do middle aged women
Get all them spice racks?
Where do middle aged women
Get all them spice racks?
They got baskets on the wall
Don't do nothing at all
Yeah I'm gonna dig up Howlin' Wolf
Get me a big leg bone, how how
I'm gonna whomp on Ed Meese with that Wolf leg bone
Well ol' Ed Meese says, "I hate you to pieces"