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