"Hoochie Coochie Man" as written by and Willie Dixon....
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 with me, yeah

Ho, you just wait and see
I'll be your hoochie coochie man, 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
I'm that old hoochie coochie man, I'm a bad son of a gun

Oh
Ah
Got a John the conqueroot and got some mojo too
We got a black cat born, we're gonna slip it to you
Hey, move over people just as fast as you can
Said I know you're waitin' for me 'cause I'm the hoochie coochie man

I'm gonna get you, one by one
I got set on that old hoochie coochie man
And I'm 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
You said, I, I can just see all those women, chasin' him all down

I'm your hoochie coochie man, everybody knows it


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    General CommentWritten by Mudy Waters
    roboknobon December 13, 2005   Link
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    General CommentThese lyrics are form Blue Sky, this is wrong.

    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... with me yeah
    Ho, you just wait and see.
    I'll be your hoochie coochie man,
    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.
    I'm that old hoochie coochie man,
    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.
    Hey, move over people just as fast as you can.
    Said I know you're waitin' for me 'cause I'm the hoochie coochie man.
    I'm gonna get you, one by one.
    I got set on that old hoochie coochie man
    and I'm 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, he'll be a bad, very bad one.
    Make all the ladies, turn their heads around.
    You said, I can just see all those women, chasin' him all down.
    I'm your hoochie coochie man, everybody knows it.
    CoimbraCaioon March 15, 2014   Link

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