Howling around with its orange fur I was in a picnic with my, with my love It passed by me with its wife and kids It walked away Turned its face Looked at me Looked at me And howled I can't forget its brown or black eyes I still go there but I know it won't happen twice And howled When I'm feeling down I will howl to the moon When you're not around I will howl When I'm feeling down I will howl to the moon When you're not around I will howl