Hoochie Coochie Man

Gypsy woman told my mama 'while 'fore I was born
She said you got a boy child comin' he'll be a bad one, now
Have all you little women taken by the hand
Now I'm gonna make you all pretty women
I'm your hoochie coochie man

You know there won't be no question about you are the sayer
You'll be lovin' woman
I'll be your hoochie coochie man

On the seventh hour of the seventh day
On the seventh month, the seven doctors they say
I've got good luck, you know they all agree
But if you're lookin' for trouble
You better not mess with me
Now take yourselves people
I'm that old hoochie coochie man
I'm a son of a gun

Now John the congoroo and got some mojo too
We got a black cat born, we're gonna slip it to you
Tonight move over people just as fast as you can
Whole world waitin' for me 'cause I'm the hoochie coochie man

I'm gonna get to you, as fast as I can

I got set on that old hoochie coochie man
And I'm yo' son of a gun

Now the gypsy woman told mama, 'while 'fore I was born
She said you got a poor child comin' mama and he'll be a bad one
Mess with all you young ladies
Turn your heads around
I'm gonna have all you ladies going right on down
You better come with me dear
I'll be that old hoochie coochie man,
Baby I'll set you free

Ain't we fine