Hoochie Koochie Man

Yeah



Now the gypsy woman told my mother before I was born



She said, "You got a boy child 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 [Incomprehensible]



Everybody knows I'm it



I'm a Hoochie Koochie Man



Everybody knows I'm it



I've got a black cat bone



I've got a mojo tooth, baby



I got a little jar in the comfort room



We're gonna jump and mess with you



I'm gonna make you girl, [Incomprehensible] my hand



Then the world, then the world gonna know



I'm a Hoochie Koochie Man [Incomprehensible]



Everybody knows I'm it



I'm a Hoochie Koochie Man



Everybody knows I'm it, yeah



Yeah, everybody



Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah



On the seventh night, of the seventh month, of the seventh week



For the seventh time, she said



"He was born for good luck, can't you see?



I got 700 girlfriends and dollars, so don't you mess with me"



Everybody knows I'm here



I'm a Hoochie Koochie Man



Every, every, everybody knows I'm it