Spell On Me

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 gla*s 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!