I put a spell on you,
Because I’m Hyde.
I’m gonna cause ya, doc, to do
Things quite vile ’n’
I will be smilin’.

You I will make randy
And runnin’ around
To back alleys, bandy-
legged from many slam-bam humping rounds.

I put a spell on you
Because I’ve hied
Into you.
Now you’ll do
Some things new,
Such as screw—do it now!
’cause I don’t care
For your gallantry.
You’re in my pow-
er, hear me!

I put a spell on you—
And you can’t hide