She Likes Weeds

There's a longnosed dirty old witch Witchipoo
She speaks a magic word called Shackabadoo
The smell of thousand herbs is hanging 'round the house where she lives in
It's built on magic ground
There's an all kind coloured smoke raising up among her stirring red brass magic pot
Her chimney means a lot to her for her coloured boiling brew holding snake tails but just a few
She likes weeds, they're easy to grow
They are easy to grow, easy to grow in the morning dew
She likes weeds, they're easy to grow
And they always are there, everywhere when she needs a few

But she also keeps a cat or seven and a miles far hearing screaming raven
A magic stick, a flying broom are just a few things that she keeps in her room
She likes weeds, they're easy to grow
They are easy to grow, easy to grow in the morning dew
She likes weeds, they're easy to grow
And they always are there, everywhere when she needs a few

She likes weeds, they're easy to grow
They are easy to grow, easy to grow in the morning dew
She likes weeds, they're easy to grow
And they always are there, everywhere when she needs a few
She likes weeds, they're easy to grow
They are easy to grow, easy to grow in the morning dew
Oh, oh, weeds, they're easy the grow
And they always are there, everywhere when she needs a few