Candyman - Demo

What's it–
This is "Candyman"

Come on you pretty women
With your hair a-hanging down
Open up your windows
'Cause the Candyman's in town
Come on, boys, and gamble
Roll those laughing bones
Won't you tell everybody near
That the Candyman's in town

Look out, look out, the Candyman
Here he come and he's gone again
Pretty lady ain't got no friends
'Til the Candyman comes around again

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. Bеnson
I see you're doing well
Mm, had me a shotgun
I'd blow you straight to hеll

Look out, look out, the Candyman (looked)
Here he come and he's gone again
Pretty lady ain't got no friend
'Til the Candyman comes around again

Ooh-ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh (ah, ha, hey-ah-ha, yeah-eah)
Ooh, hoo, hoo-ooh-ooh (ha, ha, ha-ha-ha, yeah-eah)
Ooh, hoo, huh-huh, ah-ha (ooh, ooh-hoo-hoo, huh, ooh-ha)
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, yeah-eah (ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh (uh-uh, uh))

Come on, boys, and wager
If you have got the mind
If you 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, ow-hown

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
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

Fucked up on the last part
Hey, there's a radio in here