Candyman - 2020 Remaster

Come all 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
Seven come eleven, boys
I'll take your money home

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 'round 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 mornin', Mr. Benson
I see you're doing well
If I had me a shotgun
I'd blow you straight to hell

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 'round again

Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh (ay, ah-ah, ah)
Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh (round, 'gain)

Come on, boys, and wager
If you have got the mind
If you've got a dollar
Boys, lay it on the line

Hand me my old guitar
Pass the whiskey 'round
Won't you tell everybody you meet
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 friend 'til the
Candyman comes 'round again

Ooh, look out, look out, the Candyman
Here he come and he's gone again (whoa, yeah)
Look out, look out, the Candyman (oh, the Candyman)
Here he come