You guys know what that's from?
You trust me now, you trust me?
Bad news, New York.
Turns out that just becauseI've been waking up naked
outside every few weeks,
doesn't mean that thenight before I was a werewolf.
No, you hope and dreamfor stuff sometimes,
and it just doesn't work out.
I tell my friends,"Well, it makes perfect sense,
"what with all the Coors LightsI've been drinking.
"Those must bethe Silver Bullets
"that were killing the beast,
rendering me a human being,come daybreak."
"That's a, that's a tired excuseat best, Kyle."
That's what they tell me.
Good news, New York.
Looks like I don't haveto go to bed anymore
'cause all my dreamsare coming true in the daytime.