When I look out my window
Oh, so many sights to see
When I look inside my window
So many different people to be
That its strange, sure is very, very strange

You've got to pick up every stitch
Two rabbits run in a ditch
Some hippies gonna make it rich, oh man
Oh, tell me now, must be the season of the witch, yes it is
Must be the season of the witch
Oh, tell it like it is
Must be the season of the witch

When I look over my shoulder
Oh, what do you think I see
I see some girl lookin' there 'n takin' looks at me
Yea, sure, creepin' up on me

And it's very, very, very, very, very strange
I said it's very, very, very, so strange
You've got to pick up every stitch
Mm, two rabbit runnin' wild in a ditch
I gotta tell you 'bout a hippie gonna, sure make it, make it rich, oh man
It's gotta be said, now, must be the season of the witch, yes it is
Must be the season of the witch
Must be the season of the witch
Mmhmm, oh oh oh
Mhm mhm mm ooh
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Woah people, take a lesson from me
People, oh yeah
You've got to pick up every stitch
You've got to pick every stitch
You, you gotta help me
You've got to pick up every stitch
Oh, you better, gotta help me
You've gotta pick up every stitch
Oh, help me, no, must be the season of the witch
Yeah, must be the season of the witch
Must be the season of the witch
Must be the season of the witch