Season Of The Witch
When I looked out my window
So many people I see
And when I look in my window
So many people to be
That is strange, so strange
You got to pick up every stitch x3
Must be the season of the witch x3
When I looked over my shoulder
What do you think I see
Summer is looking over her shoulder
Looking straight at me
Ain’t it strange, so strange
Yes it’s strange, so strange
You got to pick up every stitch x3
You got to pick up every stitch
The rabbit’s running in the ditch
Beatniks are out to make it rich x2
Must be the season of the witch x3
When I looked out my window
So many people I see
And when I looked in my window
So many different people to be
It’s strange, sure is strange
yeah strange, strange
You got to pick up every stitch x2
Must be the season of the witch x3