HOMEMADE TIN FOIL HAT

 

You can brag about your woman / And how she’s oh so fine / And how she heals the sick and how she raises the dead / And brings eyesight to the blind / Well, buddy, I believe you, yeah, you’re one lucky cat / But can your baby stop the signals from outer space  / With a homemade tin foil hat

 

You say that every time she shimmy / Another man’s dollar’s gone / And that the earth stood still / And rivers ran uphill / On the day that gal was born / Well I congratulate you, I’ll go as far as that / But can your baby stop the signals from outer space / With a homemade tin foil hat

 

One day my baby was struttin’ / Like the finest barbecue / And she went in the kitchen and she got in the pantry / Had to make her dream come true / And when she came out of that pantry / She said, “That is that is that / Now I can stop the signals from outer space  / With my homemade tin foil hat”

 

And maybe your baby is magic / And got a mojo working, too / And make you win at cards  / And make your inches yards / And she’s who do the hoodoo / But once the conjure bag is buried / With the bone from a big black cat / Can your baby stop the signals from outer space / With a homemade tin foil hat

 

One day my baby was struttin’ / Like the finest barbecue / And she went in the kitchen and she got in the pantry / Had to make her dream come true / And when she came out of that pantry / She said, “That is that is that / Now I can stop the signals from outer space / With my homemade tin foil hat / Now I can stop the signals from outer space / With my homemade tin foil hat”