| 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… 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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| A bad son of a gun.
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| Got a John the conqueroot and got some mojo too,
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| We got a black cat born, we’re gonna slip it to you.
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| Hey, move over people just as fast as you can.
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| Said I know you’re waitin' for me 'cause I’m the hoochie coochie man.
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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 yo' son of a gun.
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| Now the gypsy woman told mama, oh 'while 'fore I was born,
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| She said you know he’s comin' mama, he’ll be a bad, very bad one.
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| Make all the ladies, turn their heads around.
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| You said, I can just see all those women, chasin' him all down.
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| I’m your hoochie coochie man, everybody knows it. |