THE SONGS OF
LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD
(Vocal version)
(Vocal version)
(Vocal version)
(Instrumental version)
(Instrumental version)
(Instrumental version)
THE HUNTER'S SONG
GRANNY'S SONG
THE WOLF'S SONG
(Sung by Heinrich the Hunter)
(Sung by Granny;
Guitar solo by Little Red Riding Hood)
(Sung by the Wolf)
I hunt him all the day. I hunt him all the night.
I’ll hunt him till I hunt him down then challenge him to fight.
So tell me where’d he go? Tell me where’d he be?
I never met an animal that’s craftier than he.
Crafty, crafty, craftier than he.                                              
Crafty, crafty, craftier than he.

Now is he over here? Or is he over there?
He sneaks around without a sound, so children do beware.
He’s got a devil’s mind. He’s got a devil’s soul.
He’ll lead astray a little lamb then swallow it up whole.
Swallow, swallow, swallow it up whole.                                   Swallow, swallow, swallow it up whole.  
Mellow.
Most times I’m quite a laid-back fellow,
who feeds on whipped cream and jello.
But now and then I need a treat. Watch out!

Then today,
she came a-skippin’ down the highway;
like a little red entree.
Now luck like that you just can’t beat. Uh-uh!

You may call me names I do not care.
My order has been placed, I’ll take her rare.
So beware!

‘Cause survival,
means outsmarting your rival;
and tears I cannot spare an eyeful;
oh not for little girls so meek. Oh no!

So go ahead and call me names I do not care.
My order has been placed, I’ll take her rare
So beware!

I am not a push-over granny.
I just had to fetch my frying panny.
To knock you on your noggin’
before your teeth could lodge in
my granddaughter, sweeter than candy.

I am one very tough old lady.
I might be slowing down as I near eighty.
But my arms still strong,
and if you do me wrong
I’ll sock you and knock you clear to Haiti.

Oh Little Red, Little Red,
don’t you worry your little head.
No hairy beast will ever feast
on you or I and live in peace.

(Guitar solo)

Oh Little Red, Little Red,
don’t you worry your little head.
No hairy beast will ever feast
on you or I and live in peace.