Lyrics

Said my baby's evil, said my baby's bad Gypsy stole my baby from her mom and dad Raised up in the hills, on the wrong side of the tracks Tangle with my baby, you ain't never comin' back She's a voodoo child I hear the call of the wild She's wicked She's wicked She's wicked She's got a mouth full of razor teeth And claws so needle sharp She'll set you off like fireworks Tear your flesh apart I know you won't take my advice When it comes your turn First, she'll set your soul on ice Make your body burn, burn, burn She's a voodoo child I hear the call of the wild She's wicked She's wicked She's wicked She's wicked, whoa-yeah Said my baby's evil, said my baby's mean I asked her for some water, and she brought me gasoline Raised up in the hills Where the werewolves prowl Every time the moon comes up, you can hear my baby howl She's a voodoo child I hear the call of the wild She's wicked She's wicked She's wicked She's wicked Yeah Wicked!
Writer(s): Michael Chandler, Glen A Dalpis Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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