You wait right here ’til all the lights are gone Then I’ll be here and take you on Shut up and hear the noise your closet brings Turns up the volume of your fear
Witches! Witches! Witches we are! Flyin’, cursin’, making trouble, we are! Witches! Witches! Witches we are! Flyin’, cursin’, making trouble, we are!
You read and write to keep off your sight From the closet on your right Collapse in fright, oh how you hate those nights But to dispose you’ll have to fight
Witches! Witches! Witches we are! Flyin’, cursin’, making trouble, we are! Witches! Witches! Witches we are! Flyin’, cursin’, making trouble, we are!
Oh look at that little boy now Hijackin’ our brooms but how? Takes off to the fairy-world Never able to return Thus becoming one of us
Witches! Witches! Witches we are! Flyin’, cursin’, making trouble, we are! Witches! Witches! Witches we are! Flyin’, cursin’, making trouble, we are!