Lyrics

Performed by Adam Sandler, Alan Covert, and Jon Rosenburg [Intro] A-one, a-two, a-one, two, voodoo (Yeah) ADAM: This song is intended as a warning To all the bad people of the world (Ay-yo) M1: You know who you are. Juan? ADAM: Yes? [Verse 1] ADAM: Hey there Mr. Leafblower Man M1: Oh, boy ADAM: Keep it down for goodness sake M2: It's 5:30 It's way too early in the morning Can't you please use your wooden rake? You choose to ignore I even though me hungover And that's no being nice So tonight your head will be covered in lice [Chorus] ADAM: Voodoo spell on you M2: Voodoo, voodoo ADAM: You shouldn't have given I that dirty stare (That's trouble) M2: Voodoo, voodoo M1: Too late for sorries Go cut off your hair [Verse 2] ADAM: Hey there old, old woman M1: Old and fat ADAM: Shopping for food at the store Why'd you run your cart into I And knock me eggs on the floor? Then took the last unbruised cantaloupe And laughed so loud with glee M1: That's not funny But you won't be laughing 'cause from now on it'll burn when you pee [Chorus] ADAM: Voodoo spell on you M2: Voodoo, voodoo ADAM: You couldn't have made I any madder M2: Voodoo, voodoo M1: That's why he put a curse on your bladder [Bridge] EVERYONE: Boodaloo, boodalay! Boodalee, boodalie! Are the words that he say ADAM: When you fuck with I! Voooodoo! Hey Mr. Big Shot in the Mercedes You should have let me merge M2: He'll learn the hard way, mon ADAM: Oh, oh, oh! [Verse 3] ADAM: Hey there Mr. State Trooper M1: Oh, boy ADAM: Me was only going fifty-eight Please don't you write up that ticket It'll ruin me insurance rate You say you have a quota to meet So straight to hell with I Me have only one response EVERYONE: Boodalee, boodalie! [Chorus] ADAM: Voodoo spell on you M2: Voodoo, voodoo ADAM: You cost I 80 dollars cash M2: Voodoo, voodoo M1: We hope you like your new skin rash M2: Voodoo, voodoo ADAM: Boodalee, a-boodalup-ah! M1 & M2: Voodoo, voodoo.(repeat in background until end) [Outro] ADAM: To the TV repair man who didn't show up-a "Anytime from 11 to 5" my ass M1: His ass M2: His voodoo ass ADAM: Boodalie, boodalumber To that chick who gave I a fake phone number Come on, sweetheart Don't tease I all night long and then pull that old trick M1: He's no dummy ADAM: Oh, and Mr. IRS Man We made a doll that looks just like you So lighten up with the audit threats Or I'll burn its fucking toes off, OK? Boodalie, boodaleddy You get me money when I good and ready