I've got a cup of Mississippi,
And a hot rod cloud,
A hat full of Texas,
And a hot ride south.
Going up to lousiana,
With a pool room key,
To see the beer drinking guru,
Who put a spell on me.
I got a spell on me!
I got a spell on me!
I got a Mississippi mud spell on me!
I got a spell on me!
She's got a hog's head breath,
And a big old scar,
A green striped eyeball,
And the grease laden drum.
A Louisiana snowball,
With the cutest little smile,
Three French quarters,
On a Mississippi Mile.
I got a spell on me!
I got a spell on me!
I got a Mississippi mud spell on me!
I got a spell on me!
I got a moose to pin,
With a marshmallow grin,
Little glass fingers,
And a black leather hip.
Going up to lousiana,
With a pool room key,
To see the beer drinking guru,
Who put a spell on me.
I got a spell on me!
I got a spell on me!
I got a Mississippi mud spell on me!
I got a spell on me!
I got a spell on me!
I got a spell on me!
