Songtext von She Likes Weeds

There's a longnosed dirty old witch witchipoo She speaks a magic word called shackabadoo The smell of thousand herbs Is hanging 'round the house where she lives in It's built on magic ground There's an all kind coloured smoke Raising up among her stirring red brass magic pot Her chimney means a lot to her For her coloured boiling brew Holding snake tails but just a few She likes weeds, They're easy to grow They are easy to grow, Easy to grow in the morning dew She likes weeds, They're easy to grow And they always are there, Everywhere when she needs a few But she also keeps A cat or seven and a miles Far hearing screaming raven A magic stick, a flying broom Are just a few things That she keeps in her room She likes weeds, They're easy to grow They are easy to grow, Easy to grow in the morning dew She likes weeds, They're easy to grow And they always are there, Everywhere when she needs a few She likes weeds, They're easy to grow They are easy to grow, Easy to grow in the morning dew She likes weeds, They're easy to grow And they always are there, Everywhere when she needs a few She likes weeds, They're easy to grow They are easy to grow, Easy to grow in the morning dew Oh, oh, weeds, They're easy the grow And they always are there, Everywhere when she needs a few