The Wizard Turns On... the Giant Silver Flashlight and Puts On His Werewolf Moccasins

I want some werewolf moccasins...

I think the title describes the song pretty well. One can imagine some old sorcerer waking up in the evening, grabbing his wand and shedding some light around. He puts on his slippers, and struts out to wherever the night takes him. Where he goes, what he does, and what happens to make him shout is all up to personal imagination.