Come on all you pretty women With your hair a-hanging down Open up your windows 'cause The Candyman's in town Come on, boys, and gamble Roll those laughing bones Seven come eleven, boys I'll take your money home [Chorus] Look out, look out, the Candyman Here he come and he's gone again Pretty lady ain't got no friend Till the Candyman comes 'round again I come in from Memphis Where I learned to talk the jive When I get back to Memphis Be one less man alive Good mornin', Mr. Benson I see you're doing well If I had me a shotgun I'd blow you straight to hell Look out, look out, the Candyman Here he come and he's gone again Pretty lady ain't got no friend Till the Candyman comes 'round again Come on, boys, and wager If you have got the mind If you got a dollar, boys Lay it on the line Hand me my old guitar Pass the whiskey 'round Won't you tell everybody you meet that The Candyman's in town Look out, look out, the Candyman Here he come and he's gone again Pretty lady ain't got no friend Till the Candyman comes 'round again