There's a brand new dance in town. I'm shook up I can't sit down. It's too early for the bars. And I done wrecked both the cars. Itchy and psyched by the orgy witch. It's the mojo man from Mars. Doin' the hootchie cootchie coo. In my peek-a-boo mohair suit. Oldsmo-William in a Jaguar. Smokin' exploding-type cigars. Cinnamon cinders smouldering looks. Oh the mojo man from Mars. Yeah the dancehall fire's a shame. And the cops say I'm to blame. I got portsickles and caviar. But I don't know where you are. Still mashin' potatoes. At the peppermint lounge. It's the mojo man from Mars. Spotlight on one lone star. Weird shadows real bizarre. Big boy Pete's in Belshazzar. Mustang Sally's stuffed in jars. And there's no one who. Can hold a candle to. The mojo man from Mars