Come on, oh, pretty women
With your...
Hanging down
Open up your window
Cause the cat demands him down
Come on, boys, and gamble
Throw those left-hand balls
Seven, come me eleven, boys
I'll take your money home
Look out, look out, the cat demands
Here he comes and it's gone again
Pretty lady ain't got no friends here
Here the man comes around again
I come in from Memphis
Where I learned to taught the job
And when I get back
To Memphis
There'll be warmest men alive
Good morning, Mr. Benson
I see you're doing well
If I had me a shotgun
I'd blow you straight away
Yeah-oh
Look out, look out, the cat demands
Here he comes and it's gone again
Pretty lady ain't got no friends here
Here the man comes around again
Here the man comes around again
Here, and here
Here, and here
Oh, oh, and here
Ooh, oh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, ooh, oh
Thank you.
Thank you.
If you have got the mind
If you've got the dollar
Won't you lay it on the line
Won't you hand me my old guitar
Pass the whiskey round
Won't you tell everybody you meet
Candyman's in town
Yes, I am
Look out, look out, the candyman
Here he comes and he's gone again
Lady, lady
Lady, lady
Got no friend to look at
Candyman comes around again
Look out, look out, the candyman
Here he comes and he's gone again
Look out, look out, the candyman
Look out, look out, the candyman
Look out, look out, the candyman
Here he comes and he's gone again
Here he comes and he's gone again