Played Mississippi John Hurt's Candyman at the club last night. Audience slack-jawed with disbelief at the words. More single entendre than double entendre. But, hey! It's a great tune and celebratory rather than smutty.
His stick of candy don't melt away.
It just gets better so the ladies say.
From the mythical land of great sex.
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