Got my mojo working Got my mojo working, but it just won't work on you Going down to Louisiana to get me a mojo hand I got a gypsy woman givin' me advice I want to love you so bad, I don't know what to do I'm gonna have all you women under my command I

What a way to go Twenty five years working for the state Saved all your money, got a good rate Always thinking 'bout that pension plan The day of retirement, the promised land, well Got a finish off that swimming pool Get some umbrellas, don't wanna be

I'm working on a dream Though it can feel so far away Our love will make it real someday Out here the nights are long, the days are lonely I think of you and I'm working on a dream Now the cards I've drawn's a rough hand, darling I straighten the back

It's been a hard day's night, and I've been working like a dog It's been a hard day's night, I should be sleeping like a log But when I get home to you I'll find the things that you do Will make me feel alright So why on earth should I moan, 'cause when

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

She's working on a tan Working on a tan Soaking up the sun Getting next to nothing done Chilling in a chair Flower in her hair Margarita in her hand She's sitting in the sand, She's got the focus

I will never let you down When you say you've had enough And you might just give it up When you feeling low on love I’ll be what you dreaming of 'Cause I’ve been sick and working all week And I’ve been doing just fine You’ve been tired of watching me

She's got that true blood Show me what your working with I think she's got that true blood Every time you're 'round I can smell it in you I come around and raise the hell out of you It's that demon, it's so mean, that's got me screaming Make me wanna

They call me the workin' man I guess that's what I am It seems to me I could live my life A lot better than I think I am I guess that's why they call me I get up at seven, yeah And I go to work at nine I got no time for livin'

I know I ain't perfect, but look I'm working I could make a melody like, "yeah, yeah" We just turning up, what you really want? They tryna tell us that we can't go back there Don't tell me you love me, show me the money Where I'm from, love can go bad,