Lyrics:

Hey, clowns, have you dug the latest jive on the surfar?
No, man
Well they got him
They got who?
You know, that man that's been cooking up that jive
Selling it to these folks 'round town
Makin' 'em have them funny dreams
You mean the hoodoo man?
Yeah
Oh no, that cat thought he was just too grand
Well gay, somebody done hoodoo'd the hoodoo man
Smack me down with the story gay

Ol' Joe Hannah from Louisiana
A hoodoo king in every manner
But I found out without a doubt
The tables had turned on him

He ain't got a tooth in his head
Poor Ol' Joe is almost dead
Somebody done hoodoo'd the hoodoo man

10, 10, double 10, 45, 15
Joe can't drink no gin
Ain't nothing go over the devil's back
That don't buckle under his chin

His face looks just like gravel sand
And everybody's got Joe on the pan
Somebody done hoodoo'd the hoodoo man

Somebody done cooked up some stuff in a pot
Not too cold and not to hot
They dropped a few drops in Joe's beef stew
Now he's blowing his top, he don't know what to do

They don't know who did it
They can't find out
But he's done hoodoo'd his last hoodoo without a doubt

Somebody done hoodoo'd
Done hoodoo'd the hoodoo man