Witch Lyrics - Kevin Coyne

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?