Guy Whom God Snubbed’s bride in ’95—
Basting snakes on spit, evil eye.
Times are changing—she pooh-poohs Prince pact,
But her creepy wink will getya—from North Witch, learned that.

Evil her sabbath, held at night. . .
Need more than a stake to put out her lights.
She’s a witch, but she says, “I was being cute!”
She takes flights in the evening. . .stirring pots of newts.

She’s a witch, she’s a witch, she’s a witch in black;
On stoned voters spell cast, [gray] matter went slack.
Hear her bitch, “I’m no witch!” in a pitch brought to you
Every day, on the tube;
She’d bewitched the boobs.

Down south of Maine, bewitched were brains.
Hellish toll: they picked her name.
Abode’s below; sly—God’s, her rap,
But she’s pulled on Hades habit, black kitten on lap.

She’s a witch, she’s a witch, she’s a witch with cat.
On stoned voters she cast magic that’s black.
Hear her bitch, “I’m no witch!” in a pitch brought to you. . .
Three sixes are tattooed. . .
The nip of her boob.