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