Candyman Lyrics

Come on, all you pretty women
With your hair a-hangin′ down
Open up your window
'Cause the candyman′s in town

Come on, boys and gamble
Roll those laughin' bones
Seven come eleven
Boys, I'll take your money home

Look out, look out, the candyman
Here he come and he′s gone again
Pretty lady ain′t got no friend
'Til the candyman comes ′round again

I come in from Memphis
Where I learned to talk the jive
When I get back to Memphis
Be one less man alive

Good mornin', 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 come and he′s gone again
Pretty lady ain't got no friend
'Til the candyman comes ′round again

(Yeah) ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh (oh, yeah)
Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh (gal)

Come on, boys, and wager
If you have got the mind
If you′ve got a dollar
Boys, then 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 come and he′s gone again
Pretty lady ain't got no friend
′Til the candyman comes 'round again

Look out, look out, the candyman
Here he come and he's gone again
Look out, look out, the candyman