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"