Gypsy woman
told my mama
'while 'fore
I was born
Got a boy child
comin' mama
he'll be a bad one
now
Make all you little girls
turn your heads around
Then I'm gonna
take you little girls
gonna take you right
on down
I'll be your
hoochie coochie man
baby
I'll set you free
On the seventh hour
of the seventh day
on the seventh month
seven doctors they say
I've got lots of good luck
you know they all agreed
but now if ya
If you're lookin'
for trouble babe
you'd better not
mess with me
Hey, 'cause you know
I'll getcha one by one
ain't no fun
Oh hoochie
coochie man
I'm a bad son of a gun
Got a John
the conqueroot
got some mojo too
We got a
black cat born
we're gonna
slip it to you
Move over people
just as fast as you can
I know you're
waitin' for me
'cause I'm the
hoochie coochie man
I gotcha
Wow gonna get you
one by one
I said I'm that old
hoochie coochie man
I'm ya
you're son of a gun
Now the gypsy woman
told mama oh
'while 'fore I was born
she said
You know he's comin'
mama and he'll be a bad
very bad one
Make all the ladies
turn their heads around
she said
I could just see
all those women
chasin' him on down
way down now
Well I'm your
hoochie coochie man
and everybody
knows it