Gypsy woman told my mother ґfore I was born,
You got a boy-childcomming gonna be son of a gun.
Gonna make pretty womens jump and shout,
And then the world wanna know what is all about.
But you know Iґm here.
Everybody knows Iґm here.
Well, Iґm the hoochie coochie man.
Everybody knows Iґm here.
I got the black cat bone and I got a mojo tooth.
I got the John the Conquerer Root, gonna mess with you.
Iґm gonna make you girls lead me by my hand,
And then the world will know the hoochie coochie man.
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On the seventh hour, on the seventh day,
On the seventh month, seven doctors say,
«He was born for good luck, that youґll see.»
I got seven hudred dollars; donґt you mess with me!
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