Tekst
When I look out my window
many sights to see
and when I look in my window
so many different people to be
And it's strange
So very strange
You got to pick up every stitch
You got to pick up every stitch
You got to pick up every stitch
Oooh yeah, must be the season of the witch
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 that I see?
Someone else is lookin' over
His shoulder at me
And it's strange
It's very strange
You got to pick up every stitch
The rabbits runnin' in the ditch
Everyone's out to make it rich
Oh no, must be the season of the witch
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
It's very strange