When I look outside my window There are so many things to see And when I look inside my window So many people I could to be That it's strange, that is 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 you've got to pick up every stitch Gotta be the season of the witch Oh yeah, season of the witch. When I look over my shoulder What in the world do you think I see? Another mother looking over their shoulder Another mother looking over their shoulder at me And it's so strange to be strange You've got to pick up every stitch You've got to pick up every stitch, Sat back and stop to make it rich Oh no, must be the season of the witch I guess this must be the season of the witch, yeah Gotta be the season of the witch When I look out of my window What in the world do you think I see? Some other mother looking over their shoulder Why do they keep on looking back at me? I tell you that is strange, sure it's strange You've got to pick up every stitch You've got to pick up every stitch That bitch will always be that bitch I guess that this, this, this is the season of the witch oh yeah It's got to be the season of the witch the season of the witch Season of the witch