Come on all you pretty women with your hair a hanging down Open up your windows 'cuz the Candyman's in town Come on boys and gamble, roll those laughing bones Seven come eleven, boys I'll take your money home Look out, look out the Candyman Here he comes and he's gone again Pretty lady ain't got no friend Till the Candyman comes around again I come in from Memphis where I, I learned to talk the jive When I get back to Memphis be one less man alive Good morning Mr. Benson, I see you're doing well If I had me a shotgun, I'd blow you straight to Hell Look out, look out the Candyman Here he comes and he's gone again Pretty lady ain't got no friend Till the Candyman comes around again Come on boys and wager, if you have got the mind If you've got a dollar boys, lay it on the line Hand me my old, old guitar, pass the whiskey 'round Won't you tell everybody you meet that the Candyman's in town, 'own Look out, look out the Candyman Here he comes and he's gone again Pretty lady ain't got no friend Till the Candyman comes around again Look out, look out the Candyman Here he comes and he's gone again Look out, look out the Candyman © ICE NINE PUBLISHING CO INC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com