He is the wicca maker
Make a man out of clay
Ooh, the wicca maker
Do you wanna see him play

He's hot
He's cold
He looks so young
But he is old

Thunder rolls in the heavens
Lightning strikes through and through
He is the voodoo man
He's got his eyes on you

He's black
He's white
He is the day
And he is the night

He is the wicca maker
Make a man out of clay
Ooh, the wicca maker
Do you wanna see him play

He takes the wax from the candle
He holds the doll in his hands
Molding the magic of evil
Even the ground shakes where he stands
He is the wicca maker
Make a man out of clay
Ooh, the wicca maker
Do you wanna see him play

Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh...