Gypsy woman told my mama while fore I was born.
Got a boy child comin mama, he'll be a bad one, now.
Make all you little girls, turn your heads around.
Then I'm gonna take you little girls,
Gonna take you right on down,
With me yeah.

Oh, you just wait and see.
I'll be your hoochie coochie man, I'll set you free.

On the seventh hour, of the seventh day,
On the seventh month, seven doctors they say.
I've got lots of good luck, you know they all agree.
But now if ya, if you're lookin for trouble babe,
You better not mess with me.

Hey, cause you know I'll get ya one by one.
Ain't no fun.
I'm that old hoochie coochie man,
I'm a bad son of a gun.

Got a John d' Conqueroot and got some mojo too,
We got a black cat born, we're gonna slip it to you.
Hey, move over people just as fast as you can.
Said I know you're waitin for me cause I'm the hoochie coochie man.

I'm gonna get you, one by one.
I got set on that old hoochie coochie man,
And I'm your son of a gun.

Now the gypsy woman told mama, oh while fore I was born,
She said you know he's comin mama, he'll be a bad, very bad one.
Make all the ladies, heh, turn their heads around.
You said, I can just see all those women, chasin him all down.

I'm your hoochie coochie man, everybody knows it.