Voodoo lyrics

Song information

Artist: Adam Sandler
Album: What's Your Name?

Lyrics

Performed by adam sandler, alan covert, and jon rosenburg

A 1, a 2, a 1, 2 voodoo
Adam: this song is intended as a warning
To all the bad people of the world
M1: you know who you are. juan?
Adam: yes?
Hey there mr. leafblower man
Keep is down for goodness sake
It's way too early in the morning
Can't you please use your wooden rake?
You choose to ignore I even though me hungover
And that's no being nice
So tonight your head will be covered in lice
Voodoo spell on you
M2: voodoo, voodoo
Adam: you shouldn't have given I that dirty stare
M2: voodoo, voodoo
M1: too late for sorries
Go cut off your hair

Adam: hey there old, old woman
M1: old and fat
Adam: shopping for food at the store
Why'd you run your cart into i
And knock me eggs on the floor?
Then took the last unbruised cantelope
And laughed so loud with glee
M1: that's not funny
But you won't be laughing
'Cause from now on it'll burn when you pee
Voodoo spell on you
M2: voodoo, voodoo
Adam: you couldn't have made I any madder
M2: voodoo, voodoo
M1: that's why he put a curse on your bladder

Everyone: boodaloo-boodalay
Boodalee-boodalie
Are the words that he say
Adam: when you fuck with i!
Voooodoo!
Hey mr. big shot in the mercedes
You should have let me merge
Oh, oh, oh!
Hey there mr. state trooper
Me was only going 58
Please don't you write up that ticket
It'll ruin me insurance rate
You say you have a quota to meet
So straight to hell with i
Me have only one response
Everyone: boodalee, boodalie!
Adam: voodoo spell on you
M2: voodoo, voodoo
Adam: you cost I 80 dollars cash
M2: voodoo, voodoo
M1: we hope you like your new skin rash
M2: voodoo, voodoo
Adam: boodalee, a boodalapa!
M1 & m2: voodoo, voodoo.(repeat in background until end)
Adam: to the tv repair man who didn't show up-a
Anytime from 11 to 5 my ass
M1: his ass
M2: his voodoo ass
Adam: boodalie, boodalaper
To that chick who gave I a fake phone number
Come on sweetheart
Don't tease I all night long and then pull that old trick
M1: he's no dummy
Adam: oh, and mr. irs man
We made a doll that looks just like you
So lighten up with the audit crets
Or I'll burn it's fucking toes off, ok?
Boodalie, boodalayhe