Howlin' For You

I’m howling for you                                

When I’m coming home late

from a drunken fight


And I’m howling for you

When I’m stranded downtown

With no cab in sight



Know that I’m so bad                            

Don’t wanna be your Dad                    

You say he’s got a gun                          

Don’t wanna do the chicken run          



I’m howlin for you

When the bookie’s big thugs

Giving me the boot


And I’m howlin for you

From the jail-cell phone

In downtown Beiruit



You’re howlin at me

When I come home drunk

From the gentleman’s club


You’re howlin at me

When you’re mother stops by

And I’m at the pub



I’m howlin for you

You’re howlin at me