When I look out my window
Many sights to see
And when I look in my window
So many different people to be

Then it's strange, so strange
You got to pick up every stitch
You got to pick up every stitch
You got to pick up every stitch

Ooh... 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 old guy looking over
His shoulder at me
And he's strange

So strange
You got to pick up every stitch
You 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 got to pick up every stitch

The rabbit's 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, yeah
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 got to pick up every stitch
You got to pick up every stitch
The rabbits run 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

Copyright: Peermusic Publishing, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): Donovan Leitch