Well I stand up next to a mountain   I chop it down with the edge of my hand   Well I stand next to a mountain   I chop it down with the edge of my hand   I pick up all the tiny pieces and make an island   Might even raise just a little sand., yeah      'cos I'm a voodoo child   God knows I'm a voodoo child      I didn't mean to take up all your sweet time,   I'll give it back one of these days   I said I hate to take up all your sweet time   I'll give it back one of these days   And if I don't see you no more in this world   I'll meet you on the next one   But don't be late,   Don't be late      'cos I'm a voodoo child   God knows I'm a voodoo child