Wolverines - Peter Spencer
Wolverine, he's no namby-pamby mammal
Wolverine, he will kill you if he can, and he can
There are people who like to go out drinking
With a Wolverine, a Wolverine
Wolverines are mating in my basement
Hairy Genes handed down from nad to Son
He's the one to deliver his people from out of bondage
To the Wolverines, the Wolverines
Wolverines taking shop class at my high school
Wolverines in the yearbook and on the bus, that was us
They will chew you if you say a word against them
Those Wolverines, Wolverines
Submarines with a toothy, hairy cargo
Wolverines to be left on secret shores fighting wars
They're the meanest little buggers in creation
Those Wolverines, Wolverines