Lyrics:

Gypsy woman told my mother
Before I was born
She said "You got a boy-child coming,
Gonna be a son-of-a-gun
He gonna make pretty women
Jump and shout
And the world's gonna know
What's it all about

Don't you know what I'm saying!
Yeah, everybody knows I'm him
I said I'm your hoochie coochie man
You'd better believe I'm him!

I've got a black cat bone
I've got a mojo too
I've got a little bottle of Johnny confidence
I'm gonna mess with you
Hey! I'll pick you up
Lead you by the hand
And the world's gonna know
I'm your hoochie coochie man

Don't you know what I'm saying!
Yeah! Every body knows I'm him!
Said I'm your hoochie coochie man
You'd better believe I'm him!

On the seventh hour
Of the seventh day
Of the seventh month
Seven black girls say
He was born for good luck
And you will see
I got seven hundred dollars, baby,
Don't you mess with me!

Don't you know what I'm saying!
Yeah! Every body knows I'm him!
Said I'm your hoochie coochie man
You'd better believe I'm him!