Woorden: Joe Jackson. The Evil Eye.

People say there's no such thing as voodoo
I don't know why
People say there's no such thing as love
I got a job in S.E. 15

And after tax my wage is 16
July, the 17th, I'll be 18
I don't think I'll live till 19
People say I'm looking so much older than what I am

People laugh at me when I say why
I'm being watched by the evil eye
Working for a man who wears
A straw hat and never smiles

And an apron striped and splashed with blood
I stack a pig's head on the shelf
The boss comes along and says move yourself
I can't move, I'm hypnotized

Staring into a dead pig's eyes
I turn around and all I see is ladies
With shopping bags
Staring at me trying to read my mind

And I'm being watched by the evil eye
And I'm being watched by the evil eye

Walking home on my own
Standing on the bus stop
Crossing the road
I'm being followed 'cause I can feel

Someone's breath on my neck
Someone's toe on my heel
Gotta keep on walking
I can't stop now, I've come too far

Wait till I get home and lock the door
I got the candles burning low
I got the Cramps on the stereo
I got the doll now I can start

With a pin right through the heart
I got dolls with straw hats
I got ladies with shopping bags
They'll be sorry, they crossed me tonight

Now they're being watched by the evil eye
Being watched by the evil eye