Well I stand up next to a mountain Chop it down with the edge of my hand Well I stand up next to a mountain Chop it down with the edge of my hand Pick up the pieces, make an island Might even raise a little sand 'Cause I'm a voodoo child Lord knows I'm a voodoo child, baby I didn't mean to take up all your sweet time Give it right back to you, one of these days I didn't mean to take up all your sweet time Give it right back to you, the rest of my days I won't see you again in this world See ya in the next one Don't be late, don't be late 'Cause I'm a voodoo child God knows I'm a voodoo child