| Gypsy woman told my mother
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| Before I was born
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| You got a boy child’s comin'
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| He’s gonna be a son of a gun
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| He gonna make pretty womens
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| Jump and shout
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| Then the world wanna know
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| What this all about
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| But you know I’m him
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| Everybody knows I’m him
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| Well you know I’m the hoochie coochie man
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| Everybody knows I’m him
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| I got a black cat bone
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| I got a mojo too
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| I got the Johnny Concheroo
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| I’m gonna mess with you
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| I’m gonna make you girls
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| Lead me by my hand
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| Then the world will know
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| That I’m the hoochie coochie man
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| You know I’m him
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| Everybody knows I’m him
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| Oh you know I’m the hoochie coochie man
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| Everybody knows I’m him
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| On the seventh hour
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| On the seventh day
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| On the seventh month
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| The seven doctors say
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| «He was born for good luck
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| And that you’ll see
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| I got seven hundred dollars
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| Don’t you mess with me»
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| But you know I’m him
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| Everybody knows I’m him
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| Well you know I’m the hoochie coochie man
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| The whole wide world knows him |