I first met Johnny Voodoo in 1953 He was a hot shot with swamp rot in the Mississippi The temperature was rising but I shivered through and through When I joined him in the swamp where nothing living grew That evil was a-working, luring and seducing me
They call him Voodoo, Johnny Voodoo Voodoo, Johnny Voodoo
He uses evil spells and witchdoctor’s brews He was brought up in the jungle by heathens teaching ju-ju He took a lizard skin and the bark from a tree Then, with them, Johnny Voodoo put a spell on me He vanished in the night, Oh Johnny, where can he be?
They call him Voodoo, Johnny Voodoo Voodoo, Johnny Voodoo
I can feel his evil spell now, like a poison dart Cutting through my skin and piercing to my heart I want to run away, but I just can’t ignore That I aint gonna love another man no more That’s the last time I ever saw that Johnny Voodoo
They call him Voodoo, Johnny Voodoo Voodoo, Johnny Voodoo