| Lyrics: | There's a thing creepin' in the woods,
Like an ill wind that blows no good,
Women and
children begin to howl,
When the moon-dog is on the prowl.
CHORUS:
I'm a
hoodoo-voodoo-magic man, got the devil by the horns,
His mischief in my hands.
Ooh-woo-woo!
Ooh-woo-wooooooooooo!
I can make like a big ugly bear,
I can fly like
a bird in the air,
You could look, but you could not see,
You better make a move 'cause you
know it's me.
CHORUS:
Every night, when the moon gets high,
Come the children
through the hoodoo sky,
All the women, they know my name,
'Cause I can fade away, treat 'em
all the same. |
