Lyrics:

I've got a cup of Mississippi,

And a hot rod cloud,

A hat full of Texas,

And a hot ride south.



Going up to lousiana,

With a pool room key,

To see the beer drinking guru,

Who put a spell on me.



I got a spell on me!

I got a spell on me!

I got a Mississippi mud spell on me!

I got a spell on me!



She's got a hog's head breath,

And a big old scar,

A green striped eyeball,

And the grease laden drum.



A Louisiana snowball,

With the cutest little smile,

Three French quarters,

On a Mississippi Mile.



I got a spell on me!

I got a spell on me!

I got a Mississippi mud spell on me!

I got a spell on me!



I got a moose to pin,

With a marshmallow grin,

Little glass fingers,

And a black leather hip.



Going up to lousiana,

With a pool room key,

To see the beer drinking guru,

Who put a spell on me.



I got a spell on me!

I got a spell on me!

I got a Mississippi mud spell on me!

I got a spell on me!



I got a spell on me!

I got a spell on me!