Hey, yes, hey, play, play, yeah.
Kyean, hey you, sweet, sweet, sweet a to my a loo, yes.
Hey, hey, yeam.
Hey, such a wang strang while you're up, yeay.
You keep a-walking, keep a-walkin' boy, yeah.
Hey, mmm, sweet.
Well, let with me wash you. Yeah, walk down.
Huh, just keep on boilin' at me. Watch it, yeah.
Hey, hear me and me, yeah.
Sure. Who... Who...
Standin' on a 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,
"Oh honey, we're Recovering Christians."
In the Springtime of his voodoo.
He-he-he was going to show me spring.
Who... who who...
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 swivelin' that hip doesn't do the trick.
Me pureed sanitarily, Mister Sulu- a warp speed, a warp speed,
A yeay, yeay, yeay, yeay, hey...
In the Springtime of his voodoo, hey.
In the Springtime of his voodoo, hey, yow.
Every road lead back to my door.
(And right there for a minute.)
Every road I 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...)
A-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, oh hoh, on these prunes.
Sure, who... who...
In the Springtime of his voodoo, heya.
In the Springtime of his voodoo, yes, he,
He-he-he was going to show me spring...