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