I ain't no gypsy rover
I ain't no stick at home
I ain't no country cousin
And I ain't no city clone
I ain't no hooded stranger
No prejudicious fool
If you don't throw no rocks at me
I won't throw rocks at you
Some folk call me crazy
To others I'm discreet
That's because my baby looks a lot like me
Hoodoo me up - Hoodoo me down
Hoodoo me in - Hoodoo me out
I ain't no c**aine robot
No slave to h**n
I ain't no fashion clothes horse
No teenage pa**ion fling
I ain't no pious preacher
With a brimstone song
But if you believe everything you read
You'll never know right from wrong
Some folk call me tasty
Others call me sweet
That's because Mackenzie looks a lot like me
Hoodoo me up - Hoodoo me down
Hoodoo me in - Hoodoo me out
Hoodoo me up - Hoodoo me down
Hoodoo me in - Hoodoo me out