Candyman

Come on all you pretty women, with your hair a hanging down

Open up your windows cause the candymans in town

Come on boys and gamble, roll those laughing bones

Seven come eleven, boys Ill take your money home

Look out, look out the candyman

Here he comes and hes gone again

Pretty lady ain't got no friend till

The candyman comes around again, around again

I come from Memphis where I learned to talk the jive

When I get back to Memphis be one less man alive

Good morning Mr. Benson, I see youre doing well

If I had me a shotgun Id blow you straight to hell

Look out, look out the candyman

Here he comes and hes gone again

Pretty lady ain't got no friend till

The candyman comes around again, around again

Come on boys and wager if you have got the mind

If youve got a dollar boys, lay it on the line

Hand me my old guitar, pass the whiskey round

Won't you tell everybody you meet that the candymans in town

Look out, look out the candyman

Here he comes and hes gone again

Pretty lady ain't got no friend till

The candyman comes around again, around again