Clock strikes two and you’re sweating through your P.J.s
You want to shout, “Who’s there?” but you’ve been struck dumb
And the creaking on the stairs is one step higher
Something wicked this way comes
You should have listened to your mother and not watched that movie
Cause your Scooby-Do night light bulb’s gone bum
And the thing on the stairs is about to turn the corner
Something wicked this way comes
Something wicked this way comes
Next thing you know you awake to a morning from a picture magazine
The chirps of the robins and the smell of fresh cut grass waft through your screen
You throw on your clothes and dash down stairs where the last Pop Tart you score
Shout to your Mom, “I’m going down to Ben Franklin’s!” and you’re out the door
You’re pedaling your Schwinn a shiny quarter in your blue jeans
You’re thinking Pixie Sticks and Bazooka Gum
You see the shot gun blast through the flower shop window
Something wicked this way comes
Something wicked this way comes
Something wicked this way comes
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