He's got bruise, hurt, black dust, and more joke
Don't let him sprinkle that stuff all around your door
Take heed, all you cats that don't believe
I've got gooey dust up my sleeve
I can cure your bruise from your head to your toe
Sprinkle that stuff all around your door
He's got bruise, hurt, black dust, and more joke
Don't let him sprinkle that stuff all around your door
If your girl's done something to make you weep
I've got something to make you talk in the school
I've got something that will cure your sorrow
I'll make you hit the number, hit the number tomorrow
He's got bruise, hurt, black dust, and more joke
Don't let him sprinkle that stuff all around your door
Don't laugh at me, fool
Well, it's I, Dr. Beverly Joe, gal
I bet you one thing, you won't be down on hope
She'll break all that stuff all around your door
He's got bruise, hurt, black dust, and more joke

I've got gooey dust up my sleeve
I've got bruise, hurt, black dust, and more joke
I've got bruise, hurt, black dust, and more joke
You see me? Yeah, you see me?
I don't have that in my house, that's why I'm gone
I don't have that in my house, that's why I'm gone
Come on baby!
Come here!
I don't have that in my house, that's why I'm gone
I don't have that in my house, that's why I'm gone
Come here!
Come here!
I've got roots, earth, glass, dust and mojo
Don't let sprinkle that stuff around your door
I'm on roots!
Hey! What's that?
Gloomy dust! What kind of gloomy dust?
I'll make you men so you won't even know
So you won't rot!
I'll tell you something if you want to know
What is it?
I'll make you even want to come back for more
That's why they call him Dr. Velvet
That's me!