Well,
I'm superstitious
Black cat just crossed my trail
Well,
I'm superstitious
Black cat just crossed my trail
Down to sweep me with no broom I just might get put in jail
With my right hand in hand I'll get money for sure
With my right hand in hand
I'll get money for sure
But when my left eye jumps in Somebody's gotta go
Well,
the dogs down the hall They hold me down in the neighborhood
Well,
the dogs down the hall I say they hold me down in the neighborhood
Baby, that's the true sign of death
You know God ain't no good
You know I ain't superstitious
Well,
the dogs down the hall
They hold me down in the neighborhood
Well,
that's the true sign of death
You know that ain't no good
You know I ain't superstitious
I gotta go to some black people