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Oh yeah, baby, whoo |
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A gypsy woman told my mama on the night I was born |
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"You got a boy child coming, gonna be a son-of-a-gun |
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Gonna make the pretty woman, Lord, jump and shout |
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You know he's gonna show them all what it's all about" |
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Because I am |
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Oh, everybody knows I am |
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I'm the hoochie coochie man |
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Everybody knows that I am |
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So on the seventh hour of the seventh day |
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Of the seventh month, seven doctors say |
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"He was born for good luck, Lord, can't you see?" |
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I got seven hundred dollars in my pocket, baby |
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Don't you mess with me |
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Because I am |
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Lord, everybody knows I am |
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Oh, I'm the hoochie coochie man |
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Lord, everybody knows that I am |
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
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I am the hoochie coochie man |
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(Oh, alright, yeah) |
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I got a black cat bone, I got a mojo tooth |
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I got a sharp straight razor, I'm about to fuck with you |
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I was born for good luck, Lord, can't you see? |
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I got seven hundred dollars in my pocket, baby |
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Now don't you mess with me |
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Because I am |
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Oh, everybody knows I am |
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Oh yeah, baby |
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I'm the hoochie coochie man |
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Everybody knows that I am |
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Ooh yeah |
