Mr Wolf, the feast has been served This fancy wine with our days Mr Wolf, the guest has seem to arrived The deer is drunk and is 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 And love is dead love till they were stoned And those damn fools couldn't find their way home 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