Mojo.

The monarchy’s in mourning,
Every queen and every corgi,
Every princess has been seen to sob and cry.
Every starlet, every harlet,
Every daughter oughtta keep
A minuets silence with the NWI.
Governmental scientists,
Are working day and night on this,
Anthropologists won’t say if we’ll survive,
Without me in the gene pool,
There’s a half a million people,

In this city with a sadness in their eyes;

My Mojo’s gone missing.
Thanks to thirty six weeks of bad JooJoo,
A hand full of Yanks and a Crank’s BooHoo...

Oysters offer themselves up to me,
Doctors feed me aniseed,
Aphrodite’s placed white lilies at my feet.
Rhinos amputate their noses,
Tigers hand me panda bones,
I got one of every Chinese remedy;

My Mojo’s gone missing.
Thanks to thirty six weeks of bad JooJoo,
A hand full of Yanks and a Crank’s BooHoo...

Witch doctors and voodoo priests,
Whatever you can do, do please,
To fix the biggest threat that’s facing woman kind.
Councillors can’t crack it,
Psychologists cant unwrap it
There are therapists to terrified to try,

It’s a mystery and more than that, a crime!

My Mojo’s gone missing.
Thanks to thirty six weeks of bad joojoo,
A hand full of Yanks and a Crank’s BooHoo,
Preacher’s wives, priestesses, this effects you too...

My Mojo’s gone.