Lyrics:

Well, I'm Standing Next To A Mountain, Chop It Down With The Edge Of My Hand
well, I'm Standing Next To A Mountain, Chop It Down With The Edge Of My Hand
pick Up All The Pieces, Make An Island, Might Even Raise A Little Sand

'cause I'm A Voodoo Chile, Lord Knows I'm A Voodoo Chile

i Didn't Mean To Take Up All Your Sweet Time
give It Right Back To You One Of These Days
i Didn't Mean To Take Up All Your Sweet Time
give It Right Back To You The Rest Of My Days

i Won't See You Again In This World, See You In The Next One
don't Be Late, Don't Be Late

'cause I'm A Voodoo Chile Yeah, Lord Knows I'm A Voodoo Chile