Come on you pretty women
With your hair hanging down
Open up your windows
Cause the Candymans in town
Come on, boys, and gamble
Roll those laughing bones
Seven come eleven, boys
Ill take your money home
Look out, look out, the Candyman
Here he comes and hes gone again
Pretty lady aint got no friend
Til the Candyman comes round again
I come in from Memphis
Where I learned to talk the jive
When I get back to Memphis
Be onе less man alive
Good morning, Mr. Benson
I see yourе doing well
If I had me a shotgun
Id blow you straight to hell
Look out, look out, the Candyman
Here he comes and hes gone again
Pretty lady aint got no friend
Til the Candyman comes around again
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
Want you to tell everybody you meet
That the Candymans in town
Look out, look out, the Candyman
Here he comes and hes gone again
Pretty lady aint got no friend
Til the Candyman comes around again
Look out, look out, the Candyman
Here he comes and hes gone again
Pretty lady aint got no friend
Til the Candyman comes around again