Marie, Marie, la voodoo veau
She'll put a spell on you
Marie, Marie, la voodoo veau
She'll put a spell on you
Marie, Marie, la voodoo veau
She's the witch-queen, oh
Of New Orleans
Of New Orleans
I'm gonna tell you a story
Strange as it now seems
Of zombie voodoo gris gris
And the witch-queen of New Orleans
She lived in a world of magic
Possessed by the devils skew
From a shack near the swamp lands made of mud be brick
Marie stirred her witches brew
Marie, Marie, la voodoo veau
She'll put a spell on you
Marie, Marie, la voodoo veau
She'll put a spell on you
Marie, Marie, la voodoo veau
She's the witch-queen, oh
Of New Orleans
Of New Orleans
Dime or a nickel anyone could buy
Voodoo of any kind
She had potions and lotions herb ad tanna leaves
Guaranteed to blow your mind
Early one mornin' into mucky swamp dew
Vanished Marie with hate in her eyes
Though she'll never return all the Cajuns knew
A witch-queen never dies
Marie, Marie, la voodoo veau
She'll put a spell on you
Marie, Marie, la voodoo veau
She'll put a spell on you
Marie, Marie, la voodoo veau
She's the witch-queen, oh
Of New Orleans
Of New Orleans
Marie, Marie, la voodoo veau
She'll put a spell on you
Marie, Marie, la voodoo veau
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