Superstition Lyrics - Bucky Covington

Very superstitious 

Oh, the writing's on the wall 

Very superstitious 

The ladder's 'bout to fall 

Thirteen month old baby 

Broke the lookin' glass 

Seven years of bad luck 

All the good things in your past, yes 

When you believe in things 

That you don't understand 

Then you suffer 

Superstition ain't the way, oh 

Very superstitious 

You wash your face and hands 

Why don't you rid me of the problem? 

Do all that you can 

Keep me in a daydream, oh 

I said to keep me goin' strong 

Now, now say, you don't wanna save me 

Sad is my song, yes, yes 

When you believe in things 

That you don't understand 

Then you suffer 

Superstition ain't the way, yeah, yeah, yeah 

Ain't the way, yes 

I'm very superstitious, yeah 

And there's nothin' more to say, nah 

Very superstitious, ah 

The devil's on his way, ah, ah, listen 

See that thirteen month old baby, ah 

Broke the lookin' glass, oh 

Seven years of bad luck, ah 

Good things in your past, oh 

Listen yah, when you believe in things 

That you don't understand 

Then you suffer 

Superstition ain't the way 

Naw, naw, no 

Sure ain't the way 

Ooh, yah, give it to me now