I’ve been this quiet meek and shy guy all my life
Never one to cause a stir
You can find me in the back row, hunkered down
Won’t raise my hand, no, not me, sir
I’ve justified it in a multitude of ways
To call it reticence sounds good
And understated and reserved, kind of uptown thing
But it’s still shyness in my hood
I’ve always thought that it was ground into my genes
That it was simply who I was
And that the spotlight was for smarter gifted folks
Forbidden turf there, just because
But what if all of that is balderdash at best
A rash of sales slick, crock of do
Cause those few times when I have stood tall in my fear
I’ve known the size and strength of you
And there’s this wolf inside and he’s dying to get out
And he could care less what you think
And he’s a growling and a howling right out loud
And when he farts it sure can stink
And there’s no doubt that what he does is what he feels
No need to read between his lines
Cause what you see is what you get is who he is
And he doesn’t cower, doesn’t whine
I’ve been this quiet meek and shy guy all my life
Never one to cause a stir
But here’s the notice that the sheepskin’s coming off
And underneath is all this fur
Cause there’s this wolf inside and I’m here to let him out
And don’t you know he loves to play
And he’s a growling and a howling right out loud
Oh Mr. Wolf, please, won’t you stay…..Owww
No I’m telling you to stay