6 acessos
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 mean.
CHORUS:
Every night, when the moon gets high,
Come a chill through the hoodoo sky,
Men & women, they know my name,
I can say the word and drive em all insane.