In the Springtime of His Voodoo (2016 Remaster)

Hey, yes, ay, play, play, yeah

Hey, hey you, sweet, sweet, sweet to my loo, yes

Hey-hey, yeah, ay

Such a wang-stang watch you

You keep walking, keep walking boy, yeah

Ay, see, what?

Let me watch me you, yeah

Walk down, just keep on boring me, watch me

Let me, let me, yeah

Standing on a corner in Winslow, Arizona

And I’m quite sure I’m in the wrong song

2 girls, 65, got a piece tied up in the back seat

“Honey, we’re recovering Christians”

In the Springtime of his voodoo

He was going to show me spring

And right there for a minute

I knew you so well

And right there for a minute

I knew you so well

Got an angry snatch, girls, you know what I mean

When swiveling that hip doesn’t do the trick

Me pureed sanitarily, Mr Sulu

Warp speed, warp speed, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, hey

In the Springtime of his voodoo

In the Springtime of his voodoo

Every road leads back to my door(And right there for a minute)

Every road I will follow(I knew you so well)

Every road leads back to my door(And right there for a minute)

Got all your crosses loaded(I knew)

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

In the Springtime of his voodoo

In the Springtime of his voodoo, yes, he

He was going to show me spring