When I look out my window
What do you think I see?
Thousands of people
Staring back at me

It’s strange
It’s strange
It’s strange
It’s strange

You got to pick up every stitch
You got to pick up every stitch
You got to pick up every stitch
You got to pick up every stitch
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Must be the season of the witch
Must be the season of the witch
Must be the season of the witch
Must be the season of the witch
Must be the season of the witch

When I look over my shoulder
What do you think I see?
Some little man looking over his shoulder
Staring straight back at me
It’s strange
It’s strange
It’s strange
It’s strange

You got to pick up every stitch
You got to pick up every stitch
You got to pick up every stitch
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Must be the season of the witch
Must be the season of the witch
Must be the season of the witch
Must be the season of the witch
Must be the season of the witch
Must be the season of the witch
Must be the season of the witch
Must be the season of the witch
Must be the season of the witch
Must be the season of the witch

I, oh
Wait there
Forever and ever
And ever and ever
Thank you