Well i stand up next to a mountain

I chop it down with the edge of my hand

Well i stand next to a mountain

I chop it down with the edge of my hand

I pick up all the tiny pieces and make an island

Might even raise just a little sand., yeah



'cos i'm a voodoo child

God knows i'm a voodoo child



I didn't mean to take up all your sweet time,

I'll give it back one of these days

I said i hate to take up all your sweet time

I'll give it back one of these days

And if i don't see you no more in this world

I'll meet you on the next one

But don't be late,

Don't be late



'cos i'm a voodoo child

God knows i'm a voodoo child