Lyrics

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