C#G#mF#
Come all you pretty women with your hair a hanginʼ down,
F#G#
Open up your windows ʼcause the Candymanʼs in town.
D#mG#D#m
Come on boys and gamble, roll those laughing bones,
F#G#
Seven come eleven, boys, Iʼll take your money home.
BF#C#
Look out, look out, the Candyman,
BF#C#
Here he come and heʼs gone again,
A#mG#
Pretty lady ainʼt got no friend ʼtil
F#G#
The Candyman comes around again.
I come in from Memphis where I learned to talk the jive,
When I get back to Memphis, thereʼll be one less man alive.
Good morninʼ, Mr. Benson, I see youʼre doing well,
If I had me a shotgun, Iʼd blow you straight to hell.
Come on boys and wager if you have got the mind,
If youʼve got a dollar, boys, then lay it on the line.
Hand me my old guitar, pass the whiskey ʼround,
Wonʼt you tell everybody you meet that the Candymanʼs in town.