Please Turn Me Into The Snat

His master's name was Don
 They shared a life in Rottenrun
 Their lair was full of scales
 Way beneath the fallen log
 No fear, no love alive
 If Don would call, the Snat would rise
 No fear, no love alive
 Between the two, their tears ran dry
 
 Please turn me into the Snat
 Please turn me into the Snat again
 A painting of his face
 Placed there by the master Don
 Reminds him of the tale
 Of when he dies, the Snat lives on
 No fear, no love alive
 If Don would call, the Snat will rise
 No fear, no love alive
 Between the two, their tears ran dry
 
 Please turn me into the Snat
 Please turn me into the Snat again
 Please turn me into the Snat
 Please turn me into the Snat again
 Father Manker, it's the Snat here
 You've noticed that of course, my fangs are sharp like barbs
 Father Manker, it's the Snat here
 I'm asking now, with a voice like this, would you let me in?
 Do you remember when the time it was
 The perfect days, that's how it was
 With my Snat suit on, with my Snat suit on
 With my Snat suit on
 Oh, when I retire
 I hope the Snat suit fits me well
 I want to be a hybrid with lovely memories
 So, so politely I'll ask please
 Please turn me into the Snat
 Please turn me into the Snat again
 Please turn me into the Snat
 Please turn me into the Snat again
 Please turn me into the Snat
 Please turn me into the Snat again
 Please turn me into the Snat
 Please turn me into the Snat again