Hoochie Coochie Man

Well, the gypsy woman told my mother on the night I was born Say, "You got a boy-child coming, gonna be a son of a gun Gonna make pretty womens jump up and down and shout And the the world gonna know what's it all about" But you know I'm here Everybody knows I'm here, everybody knows I'm here Well, I'm your hoochie coochie man, yeah And everybody knows I'm here Now, I got the black cat bone, and I got a mojo too Got the John the Conqueror root, yes, I'm gonna mess with you I'm gonna make you girls step right up and grab me by my hand Then the world gonna know, Lord, I'm the hoochie coochie man But you know I'm here Everybody knows I'm here, everybody knows I'm here, whoo-hoo Well, I'm the hoochie coochie man, ooh, Lord Everybody knows I'm here Ah, David Ah-ha, Randy Backman Even people from Winnipeg can play the blues, you know that It gets cold enough out there Now, on the seventh hour, on the seventh day Of the seventh month, seven doctors say that "He was born for good luck, and that you'll see" I got seven hundred pounds, and Lord, don't you mess with me 'Cause you know I'm here Yeah, everybody knows I'm here, everybody knows I'm here Lord, I'm your hoochie coochie man And Lord, you gotta believe I'm here Yeah Yeah