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,