Got my mojo working Got my mojo working, but it just won't work on you I'm going down to Louisiana to get me a mojo hand I got a gypsy woman giving me advice I wanna love you so bad till I don't know what to do I'm gonna have all you women right here at

But I'm stuck in colder weather Maybe tomorrow will be better Can I call you then He said I wanna see you again She said you're ramblin' man You ain't ever gonna change You gotta gypsy soul to blame And you were born for leavin' She'd trade Colorado if

A flea shine shoeshine man of fifteen Brings the house in with a smile All twelve teeth tell myriad stories One upon one and one The breath in his hand waving Drives the gypsy woman mad She loves him anyway Has told him so a thousand times or more She

Everybody knows I'm here Well, you know I'm the hoochie-coochie man Everybody knows I'm here Don't you know I'm here The gypsy woman told my mother Before I was born I got a boy-child's comin' He's gonna be a son-of-a-gun He's gonna make pretty women's

Sometimes I wish I lived in Airstream homemade curtains Lived just like a gypsy Break her heart and roll out of town Cause gypsies never get tied down Sometimes I wish I lived on a mountain Drank from a stream Instead of a fountain I'd stay there, on top

Tell me, gypsy, can you see me In your crystal ball I'm asking you what can I do My back's against the wall And I can't hold on much longer So I've come to you my friend For now my life seems at an end I came to see you once before One hundred years ago

Everybody knows I'm here Well, you know I'm the hoochie-coochie man Everybody knows I'm here Don't you know I'm here The gypsy woman told my mother Before I was born I got a boy-child's comin' He's gonna be a son-of-a-gun He's gonna make pretty women's

Everybody knows I'm here I know I'm here And I'm the hoochie-coochie man Gypsy woman told my momma, before I was born You got a boy-child comin', gonna be a son-of-a-gun Gonna make these pretty women jump and shout And the world will only know a-what

I was sitting in the Hollywood Hawaiian Hotel I was staring in my empty coffee cup I was thinking that the gypsy wasn't lyin' All the salty margaritas in Los Angeles I'm gonna drink 'em up And if California slides into the ocean Like the mystics and

Everybody knows I'm here Well, you know I'm the hoochie-coochie man Everybody knows I'm here Don't you know I'm here The gypsy woman told my mother Before I was born I got a boy-child's comin' He's gonna be a son-of-a-gun He's gonna make pretty women's