Well, the gypsy woman told my mother
Before I was born
She said, "You got a boy child's a-comin'
He's gonna be a son of a gun"
He's gonna make you girls
Jump and shout
Then the world, then the world gonna know
What it's all about
Don't you know I'm him?
Everybody knows I'm him
Yeah, I'm the hoochie coochie man
Everybody knows I'm him
I've got a black cat bone
I've got a voodoo tooth, baby
I've got a little charlatan voodoo
We gonna jump and mess with you
I'm gonna make you girls
Lean back my hand
Then the world, then the world gonna know
I'm the hoochie coochie man
Don't you know I'm him?
Everybody knows I'm him
I'm the hoochie coochie man
Everybody knows I'm him, yeah
On the seventh day
Of the seventh month
Of the seventh week
What several doctors say
He was born for good luck
Like you see
I got seven little girlfriends and dollars
So don't you mess with me
Don't you know I'm him?
Everybody knows I'm him
I'm the hoochie coochie man
Every, every, everybody knows I'm him
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