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