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Come on all you pretty women, with your hair a hanging down, |
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Open up your windows cuz the candyman's in town. |
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Come on boys and gamble, roll those laughing bones, |
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Seven come eleven, boys i'll take your money home. |
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Look out, look out the candyman, |
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Here he comes and he's gone again. |
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Pretty lady ain't got no friend till, |
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The candyman comes around again, around again. |
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I come from memphis where i learned to talk the jive, |
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When i get back to memphis be one less man alive. |
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Good morning mr. benson, i see you're doing well, |
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If i had me a shotgun i'd blow you straight to hell. |
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Look out, look out the candyman, |
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Here he comes and he's gone again. |
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Pretty lady ain't got no friend till, |
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The candyman comes around again, around again. |
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Come on boys and wager if you have got the mind, |
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If you've got a dollar boys, lay it on the line, |
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Hand me my old guitar, pass the whiskey round, |
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Won't you tell everybody you meet that the candyman's in town. |
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Look out, look out the candyman, |
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Here he comes and he's gone again. |
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Pretty lady ain't got no friend till, |
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The candyman comes around again, around again. |
