| The gypsy woman told my mama
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| On the day I was born
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| Oh, you got a boy child comin'
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| Oh Lord, he’s gonna be a son of a gun
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| He’s gonna make those pretty women
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| You know, he’s gonna make 'em jump and shout
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| The whole wide world gonna wonder
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| What it’s all about
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| Yeah, you know I’m here
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| And everybody knows I’m here
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| I’m your Hoochie Coochie man
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| Oh Lord, Everybody knows I’m here
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| I got a black cat bone
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| Lord I got a mojo too
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| I got little John, the conquered
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| Oh baby, I’m gonna mess with you
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| I’m gonna grab those pretty women
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| I’m gonna grab 'em by the hand
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| You know, the whole wide world gonna know
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| Oh Lord, I’m your Hoochie Coochie man
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| Yes, you know I’m here
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| Everybody knows I’m here
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| On the seventh hour
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| Oh Lord, on the seventh day
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| I tell you on the seventh month, child
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| Hey, the seven doctors say
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| Now he was born for luck
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| I said, baby, don’t you see
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| I got seven hundred dollars darlin'
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| Don’t you mess with me
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| Because I’m here
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| Everybody, everybody knows I’m here
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| I’m you Hoochie Coochie man
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| Hey, I tell you, everybody knows I’m here |