Witch

Witch, she's a witch and everybody knows

She's a witch and everybody knows

Why does she treat me this way?

Why does she often turn and say

"You can go away, I don't want you here today

You can't play, you cannot play"?

Witch, she's a witch and she's breaking my heart

She's a witch and she's breaking my heart

Why does she mooch around the house

Refer to me as, 'That louse'

Say all those awful things to my friends?

It drives me round the bend

She drives me round the bend

Witch, she's a witch and I want to go

She's a witch and I can't be slow

I must rush down the road

With my little bags packed down the road

I must turn and scream at the passersby

"That woman's told me lies

You can see it in her eyes, she always was a liar"

But in another day she was so good

She'd helped me cut the hedge

Even helped collect firewood

But that was when we was poor

Didn't have a thing, now we've got so much

Our hands are smothered in clusters of rings

She's got little trinkets, a little dog with a bell

That ping, ping, ping, ping, stinks

Witch, she's a witch and everybody knows

She's a witch and everybody knows

I cannot stand her friends anymore

I'm going to wipe them across the floor

I'm going to shout abuse as they drive away

I hate their faces anyway, they laugh at me anyway

Witch, she's a witch and leave me alone

She's a witch and she won't leave me alone

She has this little idea about me

She knows all my secrets, you see

She knows what I do in that little room

She says she's going to lock me in it

Trap me in it like a tomb

Another day, she was so kind

Made little comments about the quality of my mind

Said delicious, delicious things about my figure and hair

I knew, I knew, I knew, I knew

She really cared to share the things we had

Now there's too much and that is bad

Now there's too much of everything bad

And look at this, we don't need this

What have you bought that for, we don't want that

These possessions

Possessions are getting on top of us all

Every little thing, my goodness

You don't need golden walls, what about me?