When I looked out my window
Many sights to see
And when I looded in my window
So many different people to be
That is strange, so strange
You got to pick out every stitch (3)
Must be the season of the witch (3)

When I looked over my shoulder
What do you think I see
Summer cat looking over
It shoulder at me
Any strange, sure is strange
You got to pick out every stitch (2)
Beat me its eye to make it rich oh no
Must be the season of the witch (3)

You got to pick out every stitch
The [bad word] in the ditch
Beat me its eye to make it rich oh no
Must be the season of the witch (3)
When I go

When I looked out my window
What do you think I see
And when I looked in my window
So many different people to be
It's strange, sure is strange
You got to pick out every stitch (2)
The [bad word] in the ditch oh no
Must be the season of the witch (3)
When I to, when I go