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

Must be the season of the witch
Must be the season of the witch, yeah
Must be the season of the witch

Ah, 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, sure is 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 go

Ah, 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 of the witch
Must be the season of the witch, yeah
Must be the season of the witch

When I go
When I go