Hey, yes

I play, play yea, yea

Hey you sweet, sweet, sweet to my loo yea

Hey, hey yea

Hey I said watch you yea

You keep walking keep walking boy yea

Hey mm see

Well, well let me watch you yea walk down

Just keep on walking by me

Watch you yea

Hey yea me yea

 

Shoo

 

Ooooh ooooh

Ooooh ooooh

 

Standing on the corner in Winslow, Arizona and I’m quite sure I’m in the wrong song

Two girls

Sixty five

Got a piece tied up in the back seat

Ah honey we’re recovering Christians

 

In the springtime of his voodoo

He was going to show me spring

 

Ooooh ooooh

Ooooh ooooh

 

And right there for a minute

I knew you so well

And right there for a minute

I knew you so well

 

Shoo

 

Got an angry snatch

Girls you know what I mean when swivelling that hip doesn’t do the trick

Me pureed sanitarily

Mr. Sulu

Warp speed

Warp speed

Hey, yea, yea, yea, yea,hey

 

In the springtime of his voodoo

In, in the springtime of his voodoo hey

 

Yea 

 

Every road leads back to my door

Every road I will follow

Every road leads back to my door

Got all your crosses loaded

 

And I know she’s not that foxy boys yes

I said I know she’s not that foxy but you gotta owe something sometimes

You gotta owe boys when you’re your Momma’s sunshine

You’ve got to give something sometimes when you’re the sweetest cherry in an apple pie

I need some voodoo on these prunes

 

Shoo

 

Ooooh ooooh

Ooooh ooooh

 

In the springtime of his voodoo

In, in the springtime of his voodoo yes

He, he was going to show me spring