Come all you pretty women with your hair hanging down
Open up your windows cause the Candyman's in town
Come on boys and gamble, roll those laughing bones
Seven come eleven boys, I'll take your money home
Look out look out the Candyman, here he come a nd he's gone again
Pretty lady ain't got no friend till the Candyman comes round again
I come in from Memphis where I learned to talk the jive
When I get back to Memphis, be one less man alive
Good mornin Mr. Benson, I see you're doin well
If I had me a shotgun I'd blow you straight to Hell
Look out look out the Candyman, here he come and he's gone again
Pretty lady ain't got no friend till the Candyman comes round again
Ooooh ooooooh
Ooooh uhhh uhh
Come on boys and wager if you have got the mind
If you've got a dollar boys then lay it on the line
Hand me my old guitar pass the whiskey round
Wont you to tell everybody you meet that the Candyman's in town
Look out look out the Candyman, here he come a nd he's gone again
Pretty lady ain't got no friend till the Candyman comes round again

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