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CCome all you pretty women, with Gmyour hair a hangingF down, FOpen up your windows ‘cause the Candyman's in Gtown. GCome on boys and Dmgamble, Groll those laughing Dmbones, FSeven come eleven, boys I'll take your money Ghome.
BbLook out, look Fout the CCandyman, BbHere he Fcome and he's Cgone again. AmPretty lady ain't Ggot no friend till, TheF Candyman comes aGround again.
I come from Memphis where 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 guitar, pass the whiskey round, Won't you tell everybody you meet that the Candyman's in town. 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. Bb F 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.