Voodoo Child
Well, I stand up next to a mountainAnd I chop it down with the edge of my handYeahWell, I stand up next to a mountainAnd I chop it down with the edge of my handWell, I pick up all the pieces and make an islandMight even raise a little sand'cause I'm a voodoo child, voodoo child,Yeah, voodoo child.
I didn't mean to take up all your sweet timeI'll give it right back to ya one of these daysI didn't mean to take up all your sweet timeI'll give it right back to ya one of these daysIf I don't meet you no more in this world then uhI'll meet ya on the next oneAnd don't be lateDon't be late'cause I'm a voodoo child voodoo child, voodoo child.