Hey, clowns, have you dug the latest jive on the Surfar? No, man! Well they got him. They got who? You know, that man that's been cooking up that jive, Selling it to these folks 'round town, Makin 'em have them funny dreams. You mean the hoodoo man? Yeah! Oh no, that cat thought he was just too grand! Well gay, somebody done hoodoo'd the hoodoo man Smack me down with the story gay Ol' Joe Hannah from Lousiana, A hoodoo king in every manner But I found out with out a doubt, The tables had turned on him He ain't got a tooth in his head, Poor Ol' Joe is almost dead Somebody done hoodoo'd the hoodoo man 10, 10, double 10, 45, 15, Joe can't drink no gin Ain't nothing go over the devil's back That don't buckle under his chin His face looks just like gravel sand And everybody's got Joe on the pan Somebody done hoodoo'd the hoodoo man Somebody done cooked up some stuff in a pot, Not too cold and not to hot They dropped a few drops in Joe's beef stew Now he's blowing his top, he don't know what to do They don't know who did it They can't find out But he's done hoodoo'd his last hoodoo without a doubt Somebody done hoodoo'd Done hoodoo'd the hoodoo man