Witchy Woman
You’ve got to pick up every stitch,
The rabbits running in the ditch,
Beatniks are out to make it rich,
Oh no, must be the season of the witch
And the beat goes on…
‘Cause the world keeps spinnin’ round and round,
And my heart’s keeping time to the speed of sound,
I was lost till I heard the drums, then I found my way–
'Cause you can’t stop the beat.
You spin me right round, baby, right round
Like a record, baby, right round round round
You spin me right round, baby, right round
Like a record, baby, right round round round
Well, I can see her now in her tight blue jeans
Pumpin’ all her money in the record machine
Spinnin’ like a top, you should of seen her go
I knew the bride when she used to rock and roll
I knew the bride when she used to rock and roll
Got me the strangest woman
Believe me this trick’s no cinch
But I really get her going
When I get out my big ten inch
Record of a band that plays the blues
Well, a band that plays the blues
She just love my big ten inch
Record of her favorite blues
I’m gonna take my silver dollar,
Change it into quarters,
Shove 'em in the record machine.
Stand me up beside the juke box when I die…I wanna go to heaven, but I don’t wanna go tonight…
Please, mister, please, don’t play B-17
It was our song, it was his song, but it’s over
Please, Mr., please, if you know what I mean
I don’t ever wanna hear that song again
Feel the earth beneath our feet
Feel the sky and be complete
To believe and to belong
Dance our dances, sing our song
Lose the grown up find the child
Find the natural and wild
Find the good and find the pure
Hoot and holler, dance some more
Mother Earth and Father Sky
Lift us up and let us fly
Give us strength that we can be
Healers of humanity
Just dance…
Let’s dance!
Put on your red shoes and dance the blues.
Let’s dance!
To the song they’re playin’ on the radio…
Oh the minute I put them on
I knew I had done something wrong
All her gifts for the dance had gone
It’s the red shoes, they can’t stop dancing
Ah we can dance if we want to, we can leave your friends behind
Cause your friends don’t dance and if they don’t dance
Well they’re are no friends of mine
Gotta get footloose…kick off your Sunday shoes…
Your mama don’t dance
And your daddy don’t rock and roll
When evening comes around
And it’s time to go to town
Where do you go
To rock and roll
It’s been a long time since I rock and rolled
It’s been a long time since I did the Stroll
Oh let me get it back let me get it back
Let me get it back baby where I come from
It’s been a long time been a long time been a long lonely lonely lonely lonely lonely time
Just let me hear some of that rock ‘n’ roll music
Any old way you choose it
It’s got a back beat, you can’t lose it
Any old time you use it
It’s gotta be rock ‘n’ roll music
If you wanna dance with me
Nm