When I look out my window Many sights to see And when I look in my window So many different people to be
Then it's strange, so strange You got to pick up every stitch You got to pick up every stitch You got to pick up every stitch
Ooh... must be the season of the witch Must be the season of the witch, yeah Must be the season of the witch When I look over my shoulder
What do you think I see Some old guy looking over His shoulder at me And he's strange
So strange You got to pick up every stitch You got to pick up every stitch Beatniks are out to make it rich
Oh no, must be the season of the witch Must be the season of the witch, yeah Must be the season of the witch You got to pick up every stitch
The rabbit's running in the ditch Beatniks are out to make it rich Oh no, must be the season of the witch
Must be the season of the witch, yeah Must be the season of the witch When I look out my window What do you think I see
And when I look in my window So many different people to be It's strange Sure is strange
You got to pick up every stitch You got to pick up every stitch The rabbits run in the ditch
Oh no, must be the season of the witch Must be the season of the witch, yeah Must be the season of the witchTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
