In The Springtime Of His Voodoo
Standin' on the corner in Winslow, ArizonaAnd I'm quite sure I'm in the wrong songTwo girls, 65Got a piece tied up in the back seat"Honey we're recovering Christians"
In the springtime of his voodooHe was going to show me springAnd right there for a minuteI knew you so well
Got an angry snatchGirls you know what I meanWhen swivelin' that hip doesn't do the trickMe pureed sanitarilyMr. Sulu warp speed, warp speed
In the springtime of his voodoo
Every road leads back to my doorEvery road I will followEvery road leads back to my doorGot all your crosses loaded
And I know she's not that foxy, boysI said I know she's not that foxy, butYou gotta owe something sometimesYou gotta oweWhen you're your mother's sunshineYou've got to give something sometimesWhen you're the sweetest cherryIn an apple pieI need some voodoo on these prunes
In the springtime of his voodooHe was going to show me spring