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The gypsy woman told my mama |
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On the day I was born |
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Oh, you got a boy child comin' |
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Oh Lord, he's gonna be a sun of a gun |
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He's gonna make those pretty women |
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You know, he's gonna make 'em jump and shout |
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The whole wide world gonna wonder |
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What it's all about |
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Yeah, you know I'm here |
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And everybody knows I'm here |
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I'm your Hoochie Coochie man |
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Oh Lord, Everybody knows I'm here |
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I got a black cat bone |
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Lord I got a mojo too |
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I got little John, the conquered |
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Oh baby, I'm gonna mess with you |
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I'm gonna grab those pretty women |
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I'm gonna grab 'em by the hand |
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You know, the whole wide world gonna know |
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Oh Lord, I'm your Hoochie Coochie man |
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Yes, you know I'm here |
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Everybody knows I'm here |
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On the seventh hour |
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Oh Lord, on the seventh day |
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I tell you on the seventh month, child |
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Hey, the seven doctors say |
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Now he was born for luck |
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I said, baby, don't you see |
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I got seven hundred dollars darlin' |
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Don't you mess with me |
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Because I'm here |
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Everybody, everybody knows I'm here |
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I'm you Hoochie Coochie man |
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Hey, I tell you, everybody knows I'm here |