Voodoo Child

Well, I stand up next to a mountain
And I chop it down with the edge of my hand
Well, I pick up all the pieces and make an island
Might even raise a little sand

Cos I'm a voodoo child
Lord knows I'm a voodoo child
I want to say one more last thing

I didn't mean to take up all your sweet time
I'll give it right back to ya one of these days

If I don't meet you no more in this world then
I'll meet ya on the next one
And don't be late Don't be late

I'm a voodoo child
I don't take no for an answer