When I look out my window,Many sights to see.And when
I look in my window,So many different people to beThat 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 overHis shoulder at meAnd 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 beIt'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