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
Mmm, 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, very very very 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
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 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 is 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
Oh no, must be the season
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
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