Mama, don't let your babies grow up to be Witches
Don't let 'em make potions in the light of the Moon
Reading old books that are written in rune.
Mama, don't let your babies grow up to be Witches
Don't let 'em get naked and dance 'round the fire
To satisfy every lustful desire.
Mama, don't let your babies grow up to be Witches
Don't play the maracas and drum all night through
Then jump in the hot tub and make "Pagan stew".
Mama, don't let your babies grow up to be Witches
Don't let 'em come home with the neighborhood cat
Dress all in black with a big pointy hat.
Mama, don't let your babies grow up to be Witches
Don't let 'em burn candles and put stuff in jars
And call on a little green Goddess from Mars
Mama, don't let your babies grow up to be Witches
Don't let 'em read tarot and talk to the dead
Make 'em grow up to be Catholics instead.
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