John Fogerty

Theres a thing creepin in the woods,
Like an ill wind that blows no good,
Women and children begin to howl,
When the moon-dog is on the prowl.
Chorus:
Im a hoodoo-voodoo-magic man, got the devil by the horns,
His mischief in my hands. ooh-woo-woo!
Ooh-woo-wooooooooooo!
I can make like a big ugly bear,