I've got a cup of Mississippi, 

And a hot rod cloud, 

A hat full of Texas, 

And a hot ride south. 



Going up to lousiana, 

With a pool room key, 

To see the beer drinking guru, 

Who put a spell on me. 



I got a spell on me! 

I got a spell on me! 

I got a Mississippi mud spell on me! 

I got a spell on me! 



She's got a hog's head breath, 

And a big old scar, 

A green striped eyeball, 

And the grease laden drum. 



A Louisiana snowball, 

With the cutest little smile, 

Three French quarters, 

On a Mississippi Mile. 



I got a spell on me! 

I got a spell on me! 

I got a Mississippi mud spell on me! 

I got a spell on me! 



I got a moose to pin, 

With a marshmallow grin, 

Little glass fingers, 

And a black leather hip. 



Going up to lousiana, 

With a pool room key, 

To see the beer drinking guru, 

Who put a spell on me. 



I got a spell on me! 

I got a spell on me! 

I got a Mississippi mud spell on me! 

I got a spell on me! 



I got a spell on me! 

I got a spell on me!