There's a conger woman
Live way down the bayou
Way down by yourself
She got something going
And nobody know it
But she got it
She got it and nobody else
She can work her gris-gris
That old brouhaha bembe
Yeah she can work it
That old brouhaha bembe
Brouhaha bembe
And ti nan nenê
Brouhaha bembe
And ti nan nenê
Now there's a woman
Down the way
And I won't tell you
What they say
She can give you
Just what you need
A lot of potion
For the seas
Make the dead do a dance
Make a put a pigeon in a trance
Make a cold heart hot
Make a crippled horse trot
Brouhaha bembe
And ti nan nenê
Brouhaha bembe
And ti nan nenê
She got a line
Got a mojo in her hand
She can light the spark up
In any woman or man
Shake the ti nan nenê
On your hand, baby
Got a little cayenne spice
Make you feel real nice
Make the dead do a dance
Put a pigeon in a trance
Make a cold heart hot
Make a crippled horse trot
Brouhaha bembe
Ti nan nenê
Brouhaha bembe
Ti nan nenê
Got a little filé powder
That old bug-a-lee lady
She do like a little swamp weed
Yeah with her rice and gravy
Got some mocouli
Some St. John's reed
She got a mighty wanga
For her sleep
Some birds and lizards
And blue runner snakes
Predict your future
Or chase your pain away
Brouhaha bembe
Ti nan nenê
Brouhaha bembe
Ti nan nenê
Brouhaha bembe
Ti nan nenê
Brouhaha bembe
Ti nan nenê
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