Lyrics:

Over there in India a Hindoo resides smoking his hoakam all day
Opium and bits of rope and fag ends besides, a wise man from the East Whitechapel way.
He's got a lovely palace on the beach
He's the Hindoo, Howdoo, Hoodoo, Yoodoo man.
He's got twelve bedrooms with eight wives in each,
He's the Hindoo, Howdoo, Hoodoo, Yoodoo man.

He's got one wife who wears a veil, it covers half her face,
From her nose right to her toes you'll see nothing else but space.
She'll dance and waggle her 'San Fairy Ann'
For the Hindoo, Howdoo, Hoodoo, Yoodoo man.

He practices his magic in the Eastern bazaar
Slave girls come under his spell
When he puts on the fluence,
They don't know where they are
He does Indian tricks and dirty tricks as well.
Now what he fancies always does him good
He's the Hindoo, Howdoo, Hoodoo, Yoodoo man.

He lives on rice, roast beef and Yorkshire pud
He's the Hindoo, Howdoo, Hoodoo, Yoodoo man.
He wears a dishcloth round his waist,
His favourite wife called Nellie
Said, 'You'd look well if the darned thing fell
You'd have nowt to cover your...
He said 'Who cares, I could always wear a fan
I'm a Hindoo, Howdoo, Hoodoo, Yoodoo man.

He looks just like a Nabob of renown
He's the Hindoo, Howdoo, Hoodoo, Yoodoo man
A Nabob, two bob, three bob, half a crown.
He's a Hindoo, Howdoo, Hoodoo, Yoodoo man.
A Princess brought him jewels and said
'For all your love I yearn'
But jewels could not compare with what
He went and gave her in return.
He's ninety nine, but he does all he can.
For a Hindoo, Howdoo, Hoodoo, Yoodoo Man.