I'm a vooodoo chile

lord i'm a voodoo chile

yeah

i'm not sayin'

the night i was born

lord, the moon turned a fire red

i said the night i was born

the moon turned a fire red

my poor mother cried

she said "the gypsy was right"

and i she fell right dead

right on the floor there

hey

and i said fly on

fly on beacause i'm a voodoo chile, baby

voodoo chile