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