Letras
I ride around in a Cadillac
Three fancy ladies dancing in the back
A million dollars in the trunk for fun
And a Bengal tiger riding shotgun
I'm the Hoodoo Man
The Hoodoo Man
I got the fire, the frying pan
Hot dog, I'm the Hoodoo Man
Now I was born my mama's child
The angels sang and the good Lord smiled
I tipped the doctor, the doctor says
"Who in the hell does he think he is?"
I'm the Hoodoo Man
The Hoodoo Man
I got the fire, the frying pan
Hot dog, I'm the Hoodoo Man
I got the skinny, I got the goods
I got the intel on the neighborhood
I know your baby, I know her cuz
I know who doesn't and I know who does
I'm the Hoodoo Man
The Hoodoo Man
I got the fire, the frying pan
Hot dog, I'm the Hoodoo Man
If you want the dirt on so and so
Don't go asking just any old Joe
Jack or Jimmy, or Boudreaux
Don't waste your money, 'cause they don't know
The prosecutor told the deputy
How the police pinned a tail on me
How I lost them, they never knew
'Cause they ain't dealing with just any who
I'm the Hoodoo Man
The Hoodoo Man
I got the fire, the frying pan
Hot dog, I'm the Hoodoo Man
So when you're sitting on your porch at night
You spy a shadow in the long moonlight
You hear a rumble, a tiger growl
Ask me who, don't ask me how
I'm the Hoodoo Man
The Hoodoo Man
I got the answer, the perfect plan
No use in trying to understand
I got the fire, the frying pan
Hot dog, I'm the Hoodoo Man
The Hoodoo Man