Something strange is happening
My bones do ache and my ears they do ring
I can pull and tear my skin

I hear its smell and I want to scream
whispering and a scratching to be let in
From outside and from within

By the pricking of my thumbs
Something Wicked this [bad word] 

There's something evil on the wind
Something wicked is fast approaching [bad word] through a hidden wing

Nothing good is what's in store
It's nothing new and it's rotten to the core
And a-howling at my door

We're dragged helpless in the undertow
The quicksand's surround and swallow us whole
Ah stroll stroll ah stroll stroll
For Jonah and the whale

By the pricking of my thumbs
Something wicked this [bad word] 

Just around the bend [bad word] on the wind
Here [bad word] 
Here [bad word]