The Witches Song; Into the Cauldron
Look into my cauldron
Tell me what you see
If you would like
We can sell you a prophecy
One ninety five for a peek
But two pounds fifty for two
And if you look at this one
The King of Scotland will be you!
Yoda we do sound like now
He is a distant relation
Maccy B, it is you
Who will cause chaos throughout our nation!
Maccy B: Woohoo!
George: Yes please!
Maccy B: I didn't mean THAT woohoo. Let's enable the Mojo!
George: You realise The Sims hasn't been invented yet.
Maccy B: Oh well.
Hubba: It will also cost you something else
We all think you're quite hot.
If you don't give that something else
You'll be doomed to our cooking pot!
Maccy B: Why ladies ladies, what's the time?
I simply could not refuse.
Mrs Macbeth had better not find out
Or she'll make me scrub the loos!
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