Lyrics

[Verse 1] Come on pretty women With your hair hanging down Open up your windows 'Cause the Candyman's in town Come on, boys, and gamble Roll those laughing bones Seven come eleven, boys I'll take your money home [Chorus] Look out, look out, the Candyman Here he come and he's gone again Pretty lady ain't got no friend 'Til the Candyman comes around again [Verse 2] I come in from Memphis Where I learned to talk the jive When I get back to Memphis Be one less man alive Good morning, Mr. Benson I see you're doing well If I had me a shotgun I'd blow you straight to hell [Chorus] Look out, look out, the Candyman Here he come and he's gone again Pretty lady ain't got no friend 'Til the Candyman comes home again [Instrumental Break] [Verse 3] Come on, boys, and wager If you have got the mind If you've got a dollar, boys Lay it on the line Hand me my old guitar Pass the whiskey around Won't you tell everybody you meet That the Candyman's in town [Chorus] Look out, look out, the Candyman Here he come and he's gone again Pretty lady ain't got no friend 'Til the Candyman comes around again [Outro] Look out, look out, the Candyman Here he come and he's gone again Pretty lady ain't got no friend 'Til the Candyman comes around again We're gonna check and see if our monitors are still working. It's some question in our minds. (Monitors, monitor) (Well, it seems to work) (I'll check yours if you check mine) (It works now but I can never hear it while we're playing. I wonder if that means anything.)