Well, I stand up next to a mountain I chop it down with the edge of my hand Well, I stand up next to a mountain And I chop it down with the edge of my hand
I pick up all the pieces And make an island Might even raise a little sand Yeah, cause I'm a voodoo child Lord knows I'm a voodoo child, baby
I didn't mean To take up all your sweet time I'm gonna write back to you One of these days
I said I didn't mean To take up all your sweet time Write back one of these days
If I don't meet you no more in this world Then I'll meet you in the next one And don't be late Don't be late
'Cause I'm a voodoo child, voodoo child Lord knows I'm a voodoo child, baby I'm a voodoo chilld, baby I don't take no for an answer Question no
