Gypsy woman told my mother 'fore I was born,
You got a boy-child coming, gonna be a son of a gun.
Gonna make pretty womens jump and shout,
And then the world gonna know what this all about.
But you know I'm him.
Everybody knows I'm him.
Well, I'm the hoochie coochie man.
Everybody knows I'm him.
I got the black cat bone and I got a mojo, too.
I got the John the Conquerer Root, gonna mess with you.
I'm gonna make you girls lead me by my hand,
And then the world will know the hoochie coochie man.
But you know I'm him.
Everybody knows I'm him.
Well, I'm the hoochie coochie man.
Everybody knows I'm him.
On the seventh hour, on the seventh day,
On the seventh month, seven doctors say,
"He was born for good luck, that you'll see."
I got seven hundred dollars; don't you mess with me!
But you know I'm him.
Everybody knows I'm him.
Well, I'm the hoochie coochie man.
Everybody knows I'm him.
