Intro : ... When I look out my window Many sights to see. And when I look in my window So many different people to be.  That its strange.      So strange.   You got to pick up every stitch. (x3)  Must be the season of the witch (x3) When I look over my shoulder What do you think I see ? Summer kept lookin over his shoulder at me.         That its strange.      So strange. You got to pick up every stitch. (x2) Beatnicks are out to make it rich. Oh no  Must be the season of the witch (x3) You got to pick up every stitch The rabbits running in the ditch. Beatnicks are out to make it rich. Oh no  Must be the season of the witch (x3) 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.  That its strange.      So strange.   You got to pick up every stitch. (x3)  Must be the season of the witch . .