Текст песни
I met a witch with a Bluetooth headset
Said her cauldron's on the fritz
Can't cook her regret
She offered me a latte in a bubbling cup
I should've run
But I sipped it up
It tasted like cinnamon
Nutmeg
Despair
With a hint of moldy autumn air
Pumpkin spice and bad advice
Don't trust a witch who's way too nice
Her broom's in the shop
She's on a scooter
Next thing I knew
I was a newt-er
The werewolf DJ spun vinyl screams
Dracula danced in his skinny jeans
The skeleton band played a bone-rattling tune
While the ghost bartender howled at the moon
I asked for a soda
Got liquid fright
They said
"Welcome to the worst night of your life!"
Pumpkin spice and bad advice
Don't trust a witch who's way too nice
She said "It's gluten-free
No eye of newt"
Now I'm croaking
Ribbit
In her pursuit
A zombie influencer live-streamed the scene
"Like and subscribe, or I'll eat your spleen!"
The mummy was flossing, wrapped too tight
And the clown in the corner gave me real stage fright
The disco ball cracked,
It rained down slime
They yelled,
"Last call for the end of time!"
Pumpkin spice and bad advice
Don't trust a witch who's way too nice
She hopped on her scooter,
I tried to flee
Now I'm croaking
Ribbit
With her catching me
Ribbit-ribbit… drop the bass
Croak if you love me… croak, croak
She screwed on the lid,
Said "You're my star—"
Now I'm just a pet
In a big glass jar