Well, I'm standin' next to a Mountain, chop it down with the edge of my hand Well, I'm standin' next to a Mountain, chop it down with the edge of my hand And I'll pick up all the pieces and make an island Might even raise just a little sand. 'Cause I'm a voodoo child, Lord knows I'm a voodoo child. I didn't mean to take up all your sweet time I'll give it right back to you one of these days I said I didn't mean to take up all your sweet time I'll give it right back to you one of these days If I don't meet you no more in this world Then I'll meet you in the next one, don't be late, no don't be late 'Cause I'm a voodoo child Lord knows I'm a voodoo child, baby