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