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

Touching the untouchables but they don't know Respect the disrespectable's, but in the end you know You turn away, what can I say? Hello to you, my sweet young friends Have you got money perhaps you could lend? I wash my leather face in the afternoon sun

I'm still working on my masterpiece and I (Oh oh, oh ah) I still fall on my face sometimes and I Can't color inside the lines 'cause I'm perfectly incomplete I wanna hang with the greatest gotta Way to go, but it's worth the wait, no You haven't seen the

You got me workin' workin' day and night You got me workin' day and night (that's why) And I'll be workin' From sun up to midnight How can you live girl 'cause love for us was meant to be (well) Some other guy instead of me (ooh)

My babe, she gives me everything She gives me everything I need Moving up and down and from side to side With so many things to do I want to go again I want another ride This time should see it through We never realized as the years rolled by No we never

I'm the number one fan He said please come to Boston For the springtime I'm stayin' here with some friends And they've got lots of room You can sell your paintings on the sidewalk By a cafe where I hope to be workin' soon Please come to Boston

It works for me, it works for me, no And go Gina, and go Gina, aye And go Gina, go Gina I belong to nobody I loves you, bae Picking up a penny with a press on is Easier than holding you down Can't be any harder than holding you up now To come clean I said

Mama told me (aye) not to sell work (mama) Seventeen five, same color T-shirt (white) Seventeen five, same color T-shirt (yeah) Young nigga poppin' with a pocket full of cottage (ay) Woah kemosabe, chopper aimin' at your noggin (ay) Had to cop the Audi,

I'm the number one fan He said please come to Boston For the springtime I'm stayin' here with some friends And they've got lots of room You can sell your paintings on the sidewalk By a cafe where I hope to be workin' soon Please come to Boston

In the heat of the day down in Mobile Alabama Working on the railroad with the steel driving hammer I gotta get some money to buy some brand new shoes Tryin' to find somebody to take away these blues "She don't love me" hear them singing in the sun