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, 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 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, 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 guitar, pass the whiskey round,
Won�t you tell everybody you meet that the candyman�s in town.
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, around again.