| Lyrics: | When I look out my window,
Many sights to see.
And when I look in my window,
So many
different people to be
That it's strange, so strange.
You've got to pick up every
stitch,
You've got to pick up every stitch,
You've got to pick up every stitch,
Mm,
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
other cat looking over
His shoulder at me
And he's strange, sure he's strange.
You've
got to pick up every stitch,
You've 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've got to pick up every stitch,
The
rabbits 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,
Must be the season of the witch.
When
I look.
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 it's strange.
You've got
to pick up every stitch,
You've got to pick up every stitch,
The rabbits running 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 witch.
When I look, when I look |
