Candyman - Demo

What's it–
 This is "Candyman"
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 Come on you pretty women
 With your hair a-hanging down
 Open up your windows
 'Cause the Candyman's in town
 Come on, boys, and gamble
 Roll those laughing bones
 Won't you tell everybody near
 That the Candyman's in town
 Look out, look out, the Candyman
 Here he come and he's gone again
 Pretty lady ain't got no friends
 'Til the Candyman comes around 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 morning, Mr. Bеnson
 I see you're doing well
 Mm, had me a shotgun
 I'd blow you straight to hеll
 Look out, look out, the Candyman (looked)
 Here he come and he's gone again
 Pretty lady ain't got no friend
 'Til the Candyman comes around again
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 Ooh-ooh, ooh
 Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh (ah, ha, hey-ah-ha, yeah-eah)
 Ooh, hoo, hoo-ooh-ooh (ha, ha, ha-ha-ha, yeah-eah)
 Ooh, hoo, huh-huh, ah-ha (ooh, ooh-hoo-hoo, huh, ooh-ha)
 Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, yeah-eah (ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh (uh-uh, uh))
 Come on, boys, and wager
 If you have got the mind
 If you got a dollar, boys
 Lay it on the line
 Hand me my old guitar
 Pass the whiskey around
 Won't you tell everybody you meet
 That the Candyman's in town, ow-hown
 Look out, look out, the Candyman
 Here he come and he's gone again
 Pretty lady ain't got no friend
 'Til the Candyman comes around again
 Look out, look out, the Candyman
 Here he come and he's gone again
 Pretty lady ain't got no friend
 'Til the Candyman comes around again
 Fucked up on the last part
 Hey, there's a radio in here