Over there in India a Hindoo resides smoking his hoakam all day
Opium and bits of rope and f*g ends besides, a wise man from the East Whitechapel way
He's got a lovely palace on the beach
He's the Hindoo, Howdoo, Hoodoo, Yoodoo man
He's got twelve bedrooms with eight wives in each
He's the Hindoo, Howdoo, Hoodoo, Yoodoo man
He's got one wife who wears a veil, it covers half her face
From her nose right to her toes you'll see nothing else but space
She'll dance and waggle her "San Fairy Ann"
For the Hindoo, Howdoo, Hoodoo, Yoodoo man
He practices his magic in the Eastern bazaar
Slave girls come under his spell
When he puts on the fluence
They don't know where they are
He does Indian tricks and dirty tricks as well
Now what he fancies always does him good
He's the Hindoo, Howdoo, Hoodoo, Yoodoo man
He lives on rice, roast beef and Yorkshire pud
He's the Hindoo, Howdoo, Hoodoo, Yoodoo man
He wears a dishcloth round his waist
His favourite wife called Nellie
Said, "You'd look well if the darned thing fell
You'd have nowt to cover your...
He said "Who cares, I could always wear a fan
I'm a Hindoo, Howdoo, Hoodoo, Yoodoo man
He looks just like a Nabob of renown
He's the Hindoo, Howdoo, Hoodoo, Yoodoo man
A Nabob, two bob, three bob, half a crown
He's a Hindoo, Howdoo, Hoodoo, Yoodoo man
A Princess brought him j**els and said
"For all your love I yearn"
But j**els could not compare with what
He went and gave her in return
He's ninety nine, but he does all he can
For a Hindoo, Howdoo, Hoodoo, Yoodoo Man