Come on all you pretty women, with your hair a hanging down, Open up your windows cuz the Candyman`s in town. Come on boys and gamble, roll those laughing bones, Seven come eleven, boys I`ll take your money home.
Look out, look out the Candyman, Here he comes and he`s gone again. Pretty lady ain`t got no friend till, The Candyman comes around again, around again.
I come from Memphis where I learned to talk the jive, When I get back to Memphis be one less man alive. Good morning Mr. Benson, I see you`re doing well, If I had me a shotgun I`d blow you straight to hell.
Look out, look out the Candyman, Here he comes and he`s gone again. Pretty lady ain`t got no friend till, The Candyman comes around again, around again.
Come on boys and wager if you have got the mind, If you`ve got a dollar boys, 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.
Look out, look out the Candyman, Here he comes and he`s gone again. Pretty lady ain`t got no friend till, The Candyman comes around again, around again.
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