Mr Wolf, the feast has been served
This fancy wine with Hors d'oeuvres
Mr Wolf, the guests they seem to arrive
The deer is drunk and dancing with your wife
He stumbles down the stairs
All the creatures of the night stand up and cheer
He raises up his glass to make a toast,
He says "this one goes out to the one I love the most"
Make her smile, boy
Don't ever look away
Cause she'll be the ocean on your darkest of days
Make her smile, boy
In every which damn way
Don't be like your old man
Who gets stuck in your ways
Make her smile
Make her smile
The river band begins to play
As we all washed our blues away