When I look out my window   Many sights to see   And when I look in my window   So many different people to be   And 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      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 over my shoulder   What do you think I see?   Some other cat looking over   His shoulder at me   And he's strange, sure he's strange      You've got to pick up every stitch   You've got to pick up every stitch   Punkers 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 rabbit's running in the ditch   Punkers 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      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   And it's strange, sure it's strange      You've got to pick up every stitch   You've got to pick up every stitch   The rabbit's 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   When I go