Do What I Wanna Do - Keith David

If you’re down on the bayou

Feel free to stop on by

I got cures for whatever ails you

And you won’t believe your eyes

I don’t reveal my secrets

Might not always tell the truth

But I dance to the beat of my own drum

And I do what I wanna do, ooh

I got recipes for disaster

And remedies for pain

Mix up my own concoctions

That no one can explain

You might not even know it if I cast a spell on you

See, I don’t care if you think it’s fair

‘Cause I do what I wanna do

Some folks say I’m sneaky

Some folks say I’m sly

They’re all on pins and needles

Whnever I walk by

I can tell you ‘bout your futur

I can read most all the signs

Might cut you a deal

If you’re a friend of mine

But I still hold all the power in this hypnotic rue

I take all of your suggestions

But I do what I wanna do

Do what I wanna do

I do what I want, what I wanna do

I do what I want, what I wanna do

Ooh!