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