You know the gypsy woman told me
That you're your mother's bad-luck child
You know the gypsy woman told me
That you're your mother's bad-luck child
Well, you're having a good time now
But there gonna be trouble after while
Well, you know I went to a gypsy woman
To have my fortune told
Say, "You better go back home, son
And peep through your, your key hole"
You know the gypsy woman told me
That you're your mother's bad-luck child
Well, you're having a good time now
But there gonna be trouble after while
Well, now, you know I went back home
I took the gypsy woman as she said
I peeped through my keyhole
And found another man laying in my bed
You know the gypsy woman told me
That you're your mother's bad-luck child
Well, you're having a good time now
But there gonna be trouble after while
