| Lyrics: | Come on all you pretty women, with your hair a hanging down,
Open up your windows cuz the
Candyman's in town.
Come on boys and gamble, roll those laughing bones,
Seven come eleven,
boys I'll take your money home.
Look out, look out the Candyman,
Here he comes and
he's gone again.
Pretty lady ain't got no friend till,
The Candyman comes around again,
around again.
I come from Memphis where I learned to talk the jive,
When I get back
to Memphis be one less man alive.
Good morning Mr. Benson, I see you're doing well,
If I
had me a shotgun I'd blow you straight to hell.
Look out, look out the
Candyman,
Here he comes and he's gone again.
Pretty lady ain't got no friend
till,
The Candyman comes around again, around again.
Come on boys and wager if you
have got the mind,
If you've got a dollar boys, lay it on the line,
Hand me my old guitar,
pass the whiskey round,
Won't you tell everybody you meet that the Candyman's in
town.
Look out, look out the Candyman,
Here he comes and he's gone
again.
Pretty lady ain't got no friend till,
The Candyman comes around again, around again |
