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