Candyman

1. Come all you pretty women with your hair a hangin' down,

Open up your windows 'cause the Candyman's in town.

Come on boys and gamble, roll those laughing bones,

Seven come eleven, boys, I'll take your money home.

R: Look out, look out, the Candyman,

Here he come and he's gone again,

Pretty lady ain't got no friend 'til

The Candyman comes around again.

2. I come in from Memphis where I learned to talk the jive,

When I get back to Memphis, there'll be one less man alive.

Good mornin', Mr. Benson, I see you're doing well,

If I had me a shotgun, I'd blow you straight to hell.

R: Look out, look out, the Candyman...

3. Come on boys and wager if you have got the mind,

If you've got a dollar, boys, then lay it on the line.

Hand me my old guitar, pass the whiskey 'round,

Won't you tell everybody you meet that the Candyman's in town.

R: Look out, look out, the Candyman...