Ow! You do, whew! that voodoo to me—
knife stick, I rue.
Pins that you insert in ersatz me
will make me go “Ooh!”
Ow! You do, whew! that voodoo to me:
I feel a screw-
like sensation in my aching knee
when you do what you do.

You shiv little me in many parts. . .
got an arrow passing through ’em.
You know very well how much this smarts.
So won’t you quell, please, how you voodoo ’em.

Ow! You do, whew! that voodoo to me.
Pins. . .I moan and rue.
You make me fall on my knee,
which turns black and blue.

You prick little me in many parts. . .
got a harrow passing through ’em.
These ailments ain’t explained on my charts
when doc gets them on screen to view ’em.
Ow! You do, whew! that voodoo to me—
pins plied, moans ensue.
I’ll undertake a study
of art of voodoo—
then I’ll do it to you!