Gypsy woman told my mama 'while 'fore I was born

Got a boy child comin' mama he'll be a bad one, now

I'll 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 agree

But now if ya, if you're lookin' for trouble babe

You 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 and 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

I'm gonna get you one by one

I said I'm that old hoochie coochie man

Yo' 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

I can just see all those women, chasin' him all down, way down now

I'm your hoochie coochie man, everybody knows it