Come on all you pretty women with your hair a hanging down   Open up your windows 'cuz 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 comes and he's gone again   Pretty lady ain't got no friend   Till the Candyman comes around again      I come in from Memphis where I, 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 Candyman   Here he comes and he's gone again   Pretty lady ain't got no friend   Till the Candyman comes around again      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, old guitar, pass the whiskey 'round   Won't you tell everybody you meet that the Candyman's in town, 'own      Look out, look out the Candyman   Here he comes and he's gone again   Pretty lady ain't got no friend   Till the Candyman comes around again      Look out, look out the Candyman   Here he comes and he's gone again   Look out, look out the Candyman