When I look out my window What do you think I see? Thousands of people Staring back at me And it's strange It's strange It's strange It's 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 Must be the season of the witch Must be the season of the witch Must be the season of the witch When I look over my shoulder What do you think I see? Some little man looking over his shoulder Staring straight back at me It's strange It's strange It's strange It's 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 Must be the season of the witch Must be the season of the witch Must be the season of the witch! Must be the season of the witch! Must be the season of the witch! Must be the season of the witch! Must be the season of the witch Must be the season of the witch I am waiting forever and ever and ever and ever