Verse
F#7 B9
When I look out my window,
F#7 B9
many sights to see.
F#7 B9
And when I look in my window,
F#7 B9
so many different people to be.
F#7 B9 F#7 B9
That its strange, So strange.
F#7 B9
You got to pick up every stitch. (x3)
B7 C# F#7
Must be the season of the witch, (x3) Do this at the end of every verse, 3 times
[Verse 2]
F#7 B9
When I look over my shoulder,
F#7 B9
what do you think I see?
F#7 B9
Summer kept lookin over his shoulder at me.
F#7 B9 F#7 B9
And he's strange, sure is strange.
F#7 B9
You got to pick up every stich, (x2)
F#7 B9 F#7
Beatnicks are out to make it rich. Oh no
B7 C# F#7
Must be the season of the witch. (x3)
F#7 B9
You got to pick up every stitch,
F#7 B9
the rabbits runnin in the ditch.
F#7 B9 F#7
Beatnicks are out to make it rich. Oh no
B7 C# F#7
Must be the season of the witch. (x3)
[Verse 3]
F#7 B9
When I look out my window,
F#7 B9
What do you think I see?
F#7 B9
And when I look in my window,
F#7 B9
so many different people to be.
F#7 B9
Its strange, sure is strange.
F#7 B9
You got to pick up every stitch,
F#7 B9
You got to pick up every stitch,
F#7 B9 F#7
Two rabbits runnin in the ditch. Oh no
B7 C# F#7
Must be the season of the witch. (x3)