Witches, Witches, Witches - Andrew Gold, Victoria Gold

Witches, witches, witches on their brooms

Every year this very night

They all come out

Gives me a fright

You hear them cackle

As they fly by the moon

Witches, witches, witches on their brooms

Watch the skies on Halloween

Witches, witches, witches on their brooms

The strangest sight I’ve ever seen

Witches, witches, witches on their brooms

They must be boiling a magic brew

Some dragon’s breath and eye of newt

Bubble, bubble, toil and trouble

Hear them sing

Witches, witches, witches on the wing

Watch the skies on Halloween

Witches witches witches on their brooms

The strangest sight I’ve ever seen

Witches witches witches on their brooms

Oh, cast a spell on you

Oh, witches on their brooms

Witches witches witches on their brooms

Black hats, green skin

Warts and wrinkles and

Pointy chins, scary voices

Scary hair

Witches, witches, witches everywhere

Watch the skies on Halloween

Witches, witches, witches on their brooms

The strangest sight I’ve ever seen

Witches, witches, witches on their brooms

Watch the skies on Halloween

Witches, witches, witches on their brooms

The strangest sight I’ve ever seen

Witches, witches, witches on their brooms

Yeah, yeah, yeah