She gon' make you move to Miami She gon' make you She gon' make you move She'll leave you shook The way she dance Uh yeah, yeah! (Yeah) She moving like a gypsy (gypsy, gypsy) Her body got me tipsy

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

Join hands to summon up the dead, Hear them singing inside your head. Oh, my gypsy, can you tell, If sweet Satan Will rise from Hell? Crystal ball, will hypnotize, Look inside those demon eyes. Paint the circle around the pentagram, Cut the throat of the

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

You're bringin' on the heartbreak Bringin' on the heartache You got the best of me Oh, can't you see? Whoa, can't you see? Can't you see? You're bringin' on the heartache Takin' all the best of me Gypsy, sittin' lookin' pretty

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

You're bringin' on the heartbreak Bringin' on the heartache You got the best of me Oh, can't you see? Whoa, can't you see? Can't you see? You're bringin' on the heartache Takin' all the best of me Gypsy, sittin' lookin' pretty

And where are the roads to freedom? Where is the life his father knew? Where is the love, where is the joy And tell me, where are the roads to freedom? A gypsy sings, of birds with broken wings And painted wheels that never roll Who hears the sighs? Who

Embrace me, my sweet embraceable you! Embrace me, you irreplaceable you! Just one look at you My heart grew tipsy in me, You and you alone Bring out the gypsy in me! I love all, the many charms about you! Above all, I want my arms about you! Don't be a

A Merle or a Willie If not for a Django and Jimmie The Django and Jimmie Has Mississippi A young singing brakeman A jazz playing gypsy Might not have been I'm a kid with a guitar Trying to play ?, when they ask