Из альбома: The Late Great Whatever
You look like a witch,
with my hands around your neck.
And if I didn't know it,
I'd say you looked your best.
Keep shaking witch hips.
We've seen the same old dance.
It's just another broken branch,
Of the last rope we gave a chance.
With your hex, knock us dead.
But don't think you've gone and tripped our heads.
Just for kicks, mix a dose of fix.
Just for grins, mix a dose.
Her head's a haunted house.
We were there when the lights went out.
Deep down in the ground,
Is where the slumber party is now.
Which witch is which?
She's floating down the river Styx.
Well I guess we were wrong,
But at least we all had fun.
With your hex, knock us dead.
But don't think you've gone and tripped our heads.
Just for kicks, mix a dose of fix.
Just for grins, mix a dose.