But now if ya, if you're lookin' for trouble babe
I'm that old hoochie coochie man
I'm a bad son of a gun
I've got lots of good luck, you know they all agree
Ain't no fun
On the seventh hour of the seventh day
Hey, 'cause you know I'll getcha one by one
I'm your hoochie coochie man
I'll be your hoochie coochie man
Then I'm gonna take you little girls
'Cause I'm the hoochie coochie man
Got a John the conqueroot and got some mojo too
I'll set you free
Now the gypsy woman told mama, oh 'while 'fore I was born
Gonna take you right on down with me, yeah
She said you know he's comin' mama, he'll be a bad, very bad one
You better not mess with me
Make all the ladies, turn their heads around
I'm gonna get you, one by one
We got a black cat born, we're gonna slip it to you
I got set on that old hoochie coochie man
Hey, move over people just as fast as you can
On the seventh month, seven doctors they say
I'll make all you little girls turn your heads around
Ho, you just wait and see
Said I know you're waitin' for me
And I'm yo' son of a gun
You said I, I can just see all those women, chasin' him all down
