I’m Your Hoochie Coochie Man

The gypsy woman told my mother, while fore I was born
I gotta boy childs comin, he's gonna be a son of a gun
He gonna make pretty womens, jump and shout
Then the world wanna know, what’s it all about

Cause you know I'm him, everybody knows I'm him
Well you know the hoochie coochie man
Everybody knows I him

I got a black cat bone, I got a mojo too
I got the John de Conqueroo, I’m gonna mess with you
I'm gonna make you girls, lead me by my hand
Then the world will know, the hoochie coochie man

But you know I'm him, everybody knows I'm him
Well you know the hoochie coochie man
Everybody knows I him

On the seventh hour, on the seventh day
On the seventh month, the seven doctors say
He was born for good luck, and that you'll see
I got seven hundred dollars, and don't you mess with me

But you know I'm him, everybody knows I'm him
Well you know the hoochie coochie man
Everybody knows I him