OK, Barry. Here's what Tommy Magee sang with our Brattle Streetband:

VOODOO QUEEN MARIE
(words by Peter Stampfel of the Holy Modal Rounders)

My mama always told me "boy, you keep away from her"
When she goes by the dogs all cry, but the cats all purr
She's a voodoo queen, she's up from New Orleans
And here she comes just lookin' like the universe is all hers

Voodoo Queen Marie, she ran the town of New Orleans
Ran since her middle teens, just like it was her favorite toy
But that was fine because, that's exactly what it was
Wasn't anybody, and there wasn't any laws made to fit Queen Marie

Well don't she have some power, and don't the men-folk stare
At her golden hoops, and shiny rings and long black shiny hair
All hangin to her hips, her cherry colored lips
Other women walk on Earth, while this one floats thru the air

Well the folks tell fabulous lies, say how the green light shines from her eyes
Say that she's a cat in disguise, say there's horns upon her head
They say she's married as well, say she wed the Devil in Hell
Turned him into a big black snake and keeps him under her bed

Watch that woman shake, she's dancin with her snake
Dancin, dancin all nite long on a moonlight, candlelit, voodoo lake
Dress up in flaming red, she's dancing with the dead
Dancin, Dancin, all nite long with a fish held over her head

Now the Voodoos know her name, they pass the tale from hand to hand
But you can go all thru this land and never hear not one word said
But if you know where to look, it's not in the telephone book
But Voodoo's knowledge makes men think old Queen Marie is not dead.


Voodoo Queen Marie