Yeah, yeah, yeah

I'm taking four strands of your hair
And a five dollar bill
Gonna put 'em in a letter
And drop 'em in the mail
Gonna send 'em to a woman
A friend of mine told me about
She's a gumbo cooker, alligator hooker
Make a dead man jump and shout, woo

Talking about a woman named Hanna
(Where she live?) Down in Louisiana
(Tell us what she do) She's a mojo worker
(Woo-hoo) Gonna work her thing for me
(Woo-hoo) Gonna end my misery, baby
(Woo-hoo) And I know she's walking through the door real soon
(Hurry up, hurry up, Hanna) Hurry up, Hanna
(Hurry up) Yeah, baby

She don't wear fancy stitches
All the girl wears is manly britches
Every now and then she'll take a little sip
Got a .45 on her hip
She built up a strong reputation all in the southern land
That Saturday night about twelve o'clock
When she hoodoo the voodoo man

Talking about a woman named Hanna
(Where she live?) Down in Louisiana
(Tell us what she do) She's a mojo worker
(Woo-hoo) Gonna work her thing for me
(Woo-hoo) Gonna end my misery
(Woo-hoo) I know she's walking through the door real soon
(Hurry up, hurry up, Hanna) Come on, Hanna
(Hurry up) Yeah, yeah

(Hurry up, Hanna, woo-hoo)
Yeah, get your mojo working, girl, yeah
(Hurry up, Hanna, woo-hoo)
And I know you're the best in all the world, baby
(Hurry up, Hanna, woo-hoo)
And I'm waiting down here by the railroad track, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Hurry up, Hanna, woo-hoo)
I know you're gonna bring her back, yeah, yeah
(Hurry up, Hanna, woo-hoo)
Hanna, Hanna, come on, come on, Hanna
(Hurry up, Hanna, woo-hoo)
Please, Hanna, yeah