| Strange Brew |
|---|
| She’s a witch of trouble in electric blue |
| In her own mad mind she’s in love with you |
| With you--whatcha gonna do? |
| She’s some kind of demon dusting in the flue |
| If you don’t watch out she’ll stick to you |
| To you--what kind of fool are you? |
| C Strange brew, killing what’s inside of you |
| In a boat in the middle of a raging sea |
| She will make a scene for it all to be ignored |
| And wouldn’t you be bored?--C |
