Well, 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 Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Must be the season of the witch [x5]
Well, I look over my shoulder What do you think I see? Some little man lookin' 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 Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah