Adam Sandler Voodoo Lyrics

Performed by Adam Sandler, Alan Covert, and Jon Rosenburg

A 1, A 2, A 1, 2 voodoo.
ADAM: This song is intended as a warning,
to all the bad people of the world.
M1: You know who you are. Juan?
ADAM: Yes?
Hey there Mr. Leafblower Man,
keep is down for goodness sake.
It's way too early in the morning,
can't you please use your wooden rake?
You choose to ignore I even though me hungover,
and that's no being nice.
So tonight your head will be covered in lice.
Voodoo spell on you.
M2: Voodoo, voodoo.
ADAM: You shouldn't have given I that dirty stare.
M2: Voodoo, voodoo.
M1: Too late for sorries,
go cut off your hair.

ADAM: Hey there old, old woman.
M1: Old and fat.
ADAM: Shopping for food at the store.
Why'd you run your cart into I,
and knock me eggs on the floor?
Then took the last unbruised cantelope,
and laughed so loud with glee.
M1: That's not funny.
But you won't be laughing
'cause from now on it'll burn when you pee.
Voodoo spell on you.
M2: Voodoo, voodoo.
ADAM: You couldn't have made I any madder.
M2: Voodoo, voodoo.
M1: That's why he put a curse on your bladder.

EVERYONE: Boodaloo-boodalay
Boodalee-boodalie.
Are the words that he say,
ADAM: When you f___ with I!
Voooodoo!
Hey Mr. Big Shot in the Mercedes,
You should have let me merge.
Oh, oh, oh!
Hey there Mr. State Trooper,
me was only going 58.
Please don't you write up that ticket,
It'll ruin me insurance rate.
You say you have a quota to meet,
so straight to hell with I.
Me have only one response,
EVERYONE: Boodalee, boodalie!
ADAM: Voodoo spell on you.
M2: Voodoo, voodoo.
ADAM: You cost I 80 dollars cash.
M2: Voodoo, voodoo.
M1: We hope you like your new skin rash.
M2: Voodoo, voodoo.
ADAM: Boodalee, a boodalapa!
M1 & M2: Voodoo, voodoo.(repeat in background until end)
ADAM: To the TV repair man who didn't show up-a.
Anytime from 11 to 5 my a__.
M1: His a__.
M2: His voodoo a__.
ADAM: Boodalie, boodalaper.
To that chick who gave I a fake phone number.
Come on sweetheart,
don't tease I all night long and then pull that old trick.
M1: He's no dummy.
ADAM: Oh, and Mr. IRS Man,
we made a doll that looks just like you.
So lighten up with the audit crets
or I'll burn it's f___ing toes off, OK?
Boodalie, boodalayhe