Catfish pie in gris gris bag
i'm the lover of the bayou
mark your doorstep with a half wet rag
i'm the lover of the bayou
raised and swam with the crocodile
snake-eye taught me the mojo style
sucking weed on chicken bile
i'm the lover of the bayou
I learned the key to the master look
i learned to float in the water clock
i learned to capture the lightning shock
i'm the lover of the bayou
and i got cat's an' teeth and hair for sale
i'm the lover of the bayou
look out, look out, baron zombies on your tail
i'm the lover of the bayou
I cooked the bat in the gumbo pan
i drank the blood, drank the blood from a rusty can
turned me into the honga man
i'm the lover of the bayou