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Gypsy woman told my Mama |
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While 'fore I was born |
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Got a boy child comin' Mama |
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He'll be a bad one, now |
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I'll make all you little girls |
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Turn your heads around |
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Then I'm gonna take you little girls |
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Gonna take you right on down |
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With me, yeah |
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Ho, you just wait and see |
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I'll be your hoochie coochie man |
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I'll set you free |
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On the seventh hour of the seventh day |
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On the seventh month, seven doctors they say |
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I've got lots of good luck you know, they all agree |
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But now if ya, if you're lookin' for trouble babe |
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You better not mess with me |
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Hey, 'cause you know I'll getcha one by one |
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Ain't no fun |
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I'm that old hoochie coochie man |
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I'm a bad son of a gun |
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Got a John the Conqueroot |
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And got some mojo too |
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We got a black cat born |
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We're gonna slip it to you |
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Hey, move over people |
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Just as fast as you can |
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Said, "I know you're waitin' for me |
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'Cause I'm the hoochie coochie man" |
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I'm gonna |
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I'm gonna get you, one by one |
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I got set on that old hoochie coochie man |
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And I'm you're son of a gun |
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Now the gypsy woman told Mama |
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Oh while 'fore I was born |
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She said, "You know he's comin' Mama |
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And he'll be a bad, very bad one" |
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Make all the ladies |
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Turn their heads around |
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You said, "I, I can just see all those women |
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Chasin' him all down" |
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I'm your hoochie coochie man |
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Everybody knows it |
