Beatniks are out to make it rich | Julie Driscoll and the Psychadelic Eye, 1968

When I look out my window,
So many sights to see...

And when I look in my window,
So many different people to be
That it's strange, so strange...

You've got to pick up every stitch,
You've got to pick up every stitch,
You've got to pick up every stitch,

Mmmmm, must be the season of the witch,
Must be the season of the witch, yeah,
Must be the season of the witch...