There's a thing creepin' in the woods, Like an ill wind that blows no good, Women and children begin to howl, When the moon-dog is on the prowl. Chorus: I'm a hoodoo-voodoo-magic man, got the devil by the horns, His mischief in my hands. ooh-woo-woo! Ooh-woo-wooooooooooo! I can make like a big ugly bear, I can fly like a bird in the air, You could look, but you could not see, You better make a move 'cause you know it's me. Chorus: Every night, when the moon gets high, Come the children through the hoodoo sky, All the women, they know my name, 'cause I can fade away, treat 'em all the same.