| If you need me on a Monday and it’s rainin' | 
| You go down 'bout Tuesday afternoon | 
| You’ll be powerless and squirming by Wednesday | 
| You know you can’t get enough too soon | 
| You won’t know what kind of change I may play | 
| You won’t know, you won’t know, you won’t know | 
| You won’t care what your friends may say | 
| Cause you’re just a passin' fancy in a midnite dream | 
| You begin to worry on a Wednesday | 
| When you’re temperature’s goin' down slow | 
| You call the doctor on Friday | 
| But he says they don’t even wanna know | 
| Black magic’s got a spell on you | 
| Black magic’s gonna do you in | 
| Black magic got a spell on you | 
| With black magic, you know you just can’t win | 
| When you feel my grip gettin' stronger | 
| And there ain’t a thing you can do | 
| And you can’t hold out much longer | 
| I’ll have your soul before I’m through | 
| You won’t know what kind of change I may throw | 
| You won’t care, you won’t care, you won’t care | 
| You won’t care what your friends, they may say | 
| Cause you’re just a passin' fancy in my midnite dream | 
| When you feel my grip gettin' stronger | 
| And there ain’t a thing you can do | 
| And you can’t hold out much longer | 
| You know your rectifying time is due | 
| If you feel your liver shiver | 
| And you know that I’m gonna mess with you | 
| And your soul begins to quiver | 
| There won’t be any mercy for you when I’m through, baby |