1.  A way down on the bayou, not far from New Orleans
lives a sleek black voodoo woman.
She wears a tapestry of dreams.
Hmmm-mmm...prepare to feast.

2.  Hear the jazz mask the mystery of ages
calling demons by the name of saints.
Party at Mardi Gras.  Cast the evil off
with the dirt from a dead man�s grave.
Hmmm-mmm...don�t lose your way.

+ I want to be there.  I�ve got to go.
Gonna meet her down deep in the swamplands
where snakes and alligators roam roam roam roam...

* Hey yatta hey yatta hey eye oo...she�s working her mojo.
Hey yacka hey yatta hey eye aa...I won�t be the same.

3.  Hit the streets, scream with royalty
Dance with a Jambalaya Queen.
Mix a sax with bluesy gospel
and a touch of B.B. King.

+ I�m drunk on jasmine.   Seducing me so sweet.
It�s after midnight and we�re heading to the garden.
Am I awake or in a dream?

* Hey yatta hey yatta hey eye oo...she�s working her mojo.
Hey yatta hey yatta hey eye ee...it�s working on me.
Hey yatta hey yatta hey eye oo...she�s working her mojo.
Hey yatta hey yatta hey eye aa...I won�t be the same.

Guitar Solo

* Hey yatta hey yatta hey eye oo...
Hey yatta hey yatta hey eye ee...
Hey yatta hey yatta hey eye oo...
Hey yatta hey yatta hey eye aa...

She�s working her mojo. (repeat and fade)

Words: Steven Stewart  Music: Steven Stewart & Miika St�lhane

� 1998

Anyway, I was suprised by how much voodoo and black magic was all around. Asking for blessings from voodoo priestesses. Trying to hear of the future by calling the dead. A lot of the excess that I had seen were brought back to me when I read the book "Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil" (even though the book is set in a completely different town.) This song is about my experiences in being shocked, yet seduced by the power of that town. The pull of it is very strong and it would be easy to lose yourself to it if you allow it.

As a side note, the original lyrics read, "Mix a sax with blues-y gospel and a TASTE of B.B. King." Then I thought about it. Did I really want people to think about licking the sweat off of dear ol' B.B.? No offense to the man, but yuuuuuuuuuck.