That Old Black Magic

That Old Black Magic - Spike Jones

That old black magic

Has weaved it's spell

That old black magic

That you weave so well

Those icy fingers up

And down my spine

The same old witchcraft

When your eyes meet mine

The same old tingle that I feel inside

And then that elevator starts it's ride

And down and down I go

Round and around I go

Like a leaf caught in a tide

Stay away

But what can I do

I hear your name

And I'm aflame

Aflame with such a burning desire

That only your kiss

Put out the fire

For you're the lover

I have been waited for

The mate that fate

Had me created for

And every time your lips meet mine

Darlin down and down I go

Round and round I go

In a spin loving the spin I'm in

Under the old black magic called love