Wacky Wacky Wicca Chick

In the suburbs of our town, there is a girl with a frown.
For her, Christ has no renown. Just a dude in a thorned crown.

Wacky, wacky Wicca chick.
	Wacky! Wacky!
Her spells and charms are a trick.
	Wacky, Wacky, Wacky!
Dabbles with the Satanic:
Tarot, ouija, and magick.
	Wacky! Wacky! Wicca!

Mother Earth, Ishtar, Baal: yes, she claims to know them all.
Goes to a skyclad cabal, spends the Sabbat at the mall.

Wacky, wacky Wicca chick.
	Wacky! Wacky!
Weirder than a Catholic.
	Wacky, Wacky, Wacky!
Her "Blessed Be"'s just a shtick.
Her other car's a broomstick.
	Wacky! Wacky! Wicca!

(Bass solo)

Her religion is a mess. She worships some strange Goddess.
But the Lord don't wear a dress. Now her soul is in distress.

Wacky, wacky Wicca chick.
	Wacky! Wacky!
Ambiguously sapphic.
	Wacky, Wacky, Wacky!
Heaven or Hell, gotta' pick.
Christ'll be back... Quick! Quick! Quick!
	Wacky! Wacky! Wicca!

Wacky! Wacky! Wicca!
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Wacky! Wacky! Wicca!

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