by Jack Keller and Howard Greenfield
Bewitched, bewitched, you’ve got me in your spell.
Bewitched, bewitched, you know your craft so well.
Before I knew what you were doing, I looked in your eyes.
That brand of woo that you’ve been brewin’
Took me by surprise.
You witch, you witch! One thing that’s for sure,
That stuff you pitch, just hasn’t got a cure.
My heart was under lock and key, but somehow it got unhitched.
I never thought my heart could be had.
But now I’m caught and I’m kind of glad
To be bewitched.