Come all you pretty women, with your hair a-hanging down
Open up your window, cause the Candy Man's in town
Come on boys and gamble, roll those laughing bones
Seven come eleven, Boys, I'll take your money home
Look out, look out, the Candy Man
Here he comes and he's gone again
Pretty lady ain't got no friend till the,
Candy Man comes around aga---in
verse 2
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. Benson, I see you're doing well
If I had me a shotgun, I'd blow you straight to hell
Look out, look out, the Candy Man
Here he comes and he's gone again
Pretty lady ain't got no friend till the,
Candy Man comes around aga---in
Solo over verse
Solo over Chorus
verse 3
Come on Boys and wager, if you have got the mind
If you've got a dollar, Boys, lay it on the line
Hand me my old guitar, pass the whiskey and rye
Won't you tell everybody you meet that the Candy Man's in to---wn
Look out, look out, the Candy Man
Here he comes and he's gone again
Pretty lady ain't got no friend till the,
Candy Man comes around aga---in
Look out, look out, the Candy Man
Here he comes and he's gone again
Look out, look out, the Candy Man (fades out)