| Hey, clowns, have you dug the latest jive on the surfar?
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| No, man!
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| Well they got him
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| They got who?
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| You know, that man that’s been cooking up that jive
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| Selling it to these folks 'round town
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| Makin 'em have them funny dreams
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| You mean the hoodoo man?
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| Yeah!
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| Oh no, that cat thought he was just too grand!
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| Well gay, somebody done hoodoo’d the hoodoo man
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| Smack me down with the story gay
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| Ol' Joe Hannah from Louisiana
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| A hoodoo king in every manner
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| But i found out with out a doubt
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| The tables had turned on him
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| He ain’t got a tooth in his head
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| Poor Ol' Joe is almost dead
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| Somebody done hoodoo’d the hoodoo man
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| 10, 10, double 10, 45, 15
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| Joe can’t drink no gin
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| Ain’t nothing go over the devil’s back
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| That don’t buckle under his chin
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| His face looks just like gravel sand
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| And everybody’s got Joe on the pan
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| Somebody done hoodoo’d the hoodoo man
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| Somebody done cooked up some stuff in a pot
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| Not too cold and not to hot
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| They dropped a few drops in Joe’s beef stew
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| Now he’s blowing his top, he don’t know what to do
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| They don’t know who did it
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| They can’t find out
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| But he’s done hoodoo’d his last hoodoo without a doubt
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| Somebody done hoodoo’d
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| Done hoodoo’d the hoodoo man |