Come all you pretty women, with your hair a hanging down,
Open up your windows ?cause the Candyman'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 Candyman,
Here he come and he's gone again.
Pretty lady ain't got no friend till,
The Candyman comes around again.
I come from Memphis where I learned to talk the jive,
Look out, look out the Candyman,
Here he comes and he's gone again.