I’m a mean old witch with a mean old cat,
And we fly through the air on a mean old bat.
There are three mean owls living in my hat,
And I feed ev’ry owl with a mean old rat.

Singing, "Drawkvaloobalavy dim dum day,
The mean old witch is here to stay."

I’m a mean old witch with a mean old cat,
I will blend you a brew in a great big vat
That will green your ears, and then make them fat,
From the leftover water at the Laundromat.

Singing, "Drawkvaloobalavy dim dum day,
The mean old witch is here to stay."

I’m a mean old witch with a mean old cat,
I will blend you a brew from a strain of gnat,
And a spiderwolf poached in butterfat
So you’ll trip ever after on your "Welcome" mat.

Singing, "Drawkvaloobalavy dim dum day,
The mean old witch is here to stay."

I’m a mean old witch with a mean old cat,
I will blend you a brew from a tuba blat,
And some dryer lint from your habitat
Sending you somersaulting like an acrobat.

Singing, "Drawkvaloobalavy dim dum day,
The mean old witch is here to stay."

I’m a mean old witch with a mean old cat,
Yet if you will engage me in chitterchat,
And then pet my feline with gentle pat
You may find that I’m simply not as bad as that.

Singing, "Drawkvaloobalavy dim dum day,
The mean old witch is here to stay."

~M Ryan Taylor