Dead leaves, seaweed, rotten eggs, too.
Stir them in my witches’ brew.
I got magic, Alakazamakazoo.
Spider web, moldy bread, mucky mud, too.
Stir them in my witches’ brew.
I got magic! Alakazamakazoo
ooo - My witches’ brew - ooo
What’s it gonna do to you?
Boo!
Floor wax, thumb tacks, purple paint, too.
Stir them in my witches’ brew.
I got magic, Alakazamakazoo.
Finger nails, lunch pails, apple cores, too.
Stir them in my witches’ brew.
I got magic, Alakazamakazoo.
ooo - My witches’ brew - ooo
What’s it gonna do to you?
Boo!
Wrinkled prunes, mushrooms, motor oil, too.
Stir them in my witches’ brew.
I got magic, Alakazamakazoo.
I got magic, Alakazamakazoo.
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