When I look outside my window What do I see? And when I look outside my window So many different people to be yeah That it's strange, so strange You've got to pick up every stitch To rabbits running in a ditch The hippies out to make it rich Oh, no must be the season of the witch Must be the season of the witch Oh, no must be the season of the witch Must be the season of the witch What's the matter? Help me somebody help him And as I look over my shoulder What do I see? And as I look over my shoulder Some ancient fellow I'm longing to be It's so strange, so strange You've got to pick up every stitch To rabbits running in a ditch The hippies out to make it rich Oh, no must be the season of the witch Must be the season of the witch yeah Must be the season of the witch.