Lay all your love on me Don't go wasting your emotion Don't go sharing your devotion And all I've learned has overturned I wasn't jealous before we met Now every woman I see is a potential threat And I'm possessive, it isn't nice You've heard me saying

Everyday I have the blues When you see me worryin' woman, honey, it's you I hate to lose Nobody seems to care Nobody loves me Yes, nobody loves me Speaking of worries and trouble darling, you know I've had my share Everyday, everyday, everyday, everyday

I'm gonna ball tonight. We're gonna ball tonight. Every man is some woman's fool. Well, I can't break the rule because Way back yonder in the days of old, The men was working but not saving any dough. Then came a woman looking real cool.

I suspect foul play Said I suspect foul play Oh, I suspect foul play It's Wednesday night, my woman's out Once again I'm home alone Lately every Wednesday night She's late getting home She phoned from work at quittin' time Says the bossed asked her to

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

I want to tell you something; Listen to me, I'm trying to say, I'm better than you, I am only what I am" "We must not stand still, For the night is coming, Every man, every woman and child, Everybody help me" I hear, only what I want to hear,

Talking to the man in her mirror And it's dangerous Sleepin' with these strangers Every night a different woman doing the same shit And you don't even care I know it's fucked up Different city, switching women Putting cups up, getting fucked up Ain't got

Everybody knows I'm him But you know I'm him Well you know I'm the hoochie coochie man 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 gonna make pretty women's Jump and shout

Deep greedy and Googling every corner Tralala, in your snatch fits pleasure, broom-shaped pleasure Dead in the middle of the C-O-double M-O-N Little did I know then that the Mandela Boys soon become Mandela Men Tall woman, pull the pylons down And wrap

Lonely days, lonely nights. Where would I be without my woman? Good morning mister sunshine, you brighten up my day. Come sit beside me in your way. I see you every morning, outside the restaurants, The music plays so nonchalant.