Chicka Lacka Micka Lacka Boom Boom Bah
Chicka lacka Micka lacka Boom Boom Bah
Germanic witches bring the owls with a caw
They dance in rhythm, shaking their petootsies.
Dracula hides from them in a coffin with moronic Mootsies.
Chicka lacka Micka lacka Boom Boom Bee.
The witches are warming up as the crowd can plainly see.
A finely choreographed dance, they dance with dignity.
Delighting their brooms with the power of their ‘she’.
Chicka lacka Micka lacka Boom Boom Bay
I wish the witches would honor us with this dance every day.
October should come around in August, June and May.
I love seeing the way they perform their craft this way.
Chicka lacka Micka lacka Boom Boom Blight
The witches have given me some happy dreams this autumn night.
I find myself dancing in my sleep, twisting my hips to the right.
I wish I could join the Wiccans, Germanic power so very bright!
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