When I Grow Up Old Black Magic Poem by Dorsey Baker

When I grow up old black magic
I want to be
just like you
because old black magic
you've got all the girls
you've got
all the girls

got all the girls
they're all
hanging around you
old black magic
I want to be
just like you

I don't know
what you're doing
but its working
just like a mojo
old black magic
beautiful girls
they follow you
everywhere you go
old black magic
I want to be
just like you
because you've got
all the girls!