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