The night falls heavy on the creepy creaky trees,
In the deep dank forest when the feeling of unease,
Clings clammy on your spine like a spider down a drain,
You fear you're never ever getting out of here again,
And your eyes seem blind to a scene as black as pitch,
But you hear it in the dark...
The tap-tap-tapping of the stick witch.
Stick witch, stick witch, tapping on the tree,
Beating out the death march, one, two, three.
Wait the terrifying wait for the witch to appear,
Feel the paralysing fear as the tapping draws near,
It could just be a Woodpecker pecking on a tree,
It might just be there's nothing evil coming after me,
But your blood runs cold and you body starts to twitch,
When you hear it in the dark...
The caw-caw-calling of the stick witch.
Stick witch, stick witch, calling in the night,
This little piggy be dying of fright.
Stick witch, stick witch, sucking on your bones,
When the night falls little piggies run home.
In the deep dank forest when the feeling of unease,
Clings clammy on your spine like a spider down a drain,
You fear you're never ever getting out of here again,
And your eyes seem blind to a scene as black as pitch,
But you hear it in the dark...
The tap-tap-tapping of the stick witch.
Stick witch, stick witch, tapping on the tree,
Beating out the death march, one, two, three.
Wait the terrifying wait for the witch to appear,
Feel the paralysing fear as the tapping draws near,
It could just be a Woodpecker pecking on a tree,
It might just be there's nothing evil coming after me,
But your blood runs cold and you body starts to twitch,
When you hear it in the dark...
The caw-caw-calling of the stick witch.
Stick witch, stick witch, calling in the night,
This little piggy be dying of fright.
Stick witch, stick witch, sucking on your bones,
When the night falls little piggies run home.
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