Well, I stand up next to a mountain
  And I chop it down with the edge of my hand
  Well, I stand up next to a mountain
  Chop it down with the edge of my hand
  Well, I pick up all the pieces and make an island
  Might even raise just a little sand
  'Cause I'm a voodoo child
  Lord knows I'm a voodoo child
    I didn't mean to take you up all your sweet time
  I'll give it right back to you one of these days
  I said, I didn't mean to take you up all your sweet time
  I'll give it right back to you one of these days
  And if I don't meet you no more in this world
  Then I'll, I'll meet you in the next one
  And don't be late, don't be late
  'Cause I'm a voodoo child
   Lord knows I'm a voodoo child
  I'm a voodoo child