Lyrics:

Come all you pretty women
With your hair a-hangin' down
Open up your windows
'Cause the Candyman's in town

Come on boys and gamble
Roll those laughing bones
Seven come eleven
Boys, I'll take your money home

Look out, look out the Candyman
Here he come and he's gone again
Pretty lady ain't got no friend till the
Candyman comes around again

I come in from Memphis
Where I learned to talk the jive
When I get back to Memphis
Be one less man alive

Good mornin', Mr. Benson
I see you're doing well
If I had me a shotgun
I'd blow you straight to Hell

Look out, look out the Candyman
Here he come and he's gone again
Pretty lady ain't got no friend till the
Candyman comes around again

Ooooh ooooooh
Ooooh uhhh uhh

Come on boys and wager
If you have got the mind
If you've got a dollar
Boys then lay it on the line

Hand me my old guitar
Pass the whiskey round
Won't you to tell everybody you meet
That the Candyman's in town

Look out, look out the Candyman
Here he come and he's gone again
Pretty lady ain't got no friend till the
Candyman comes around again

Look out, look out the Candyman
Here he come and he's gone again
Look out, look out