Beck, Bogert & Appice - Superstition lyrics
[Beck, Bogert & Appice - Superstition lyrics]
Very superstitious, ladder's about to fall
Thirteen-month-old baby broke the
Looking glass seven years of bad luck
Good things in your past
When you believe in things
That you don't understand
Then you gonna suffer
Superstition ain't the way hey-ey, hey
Very superstitious, shoes on table top
Very superstitious, we were all mixed up
Walking over broomsticks lying on the floor
Don't open your umbrella till
You're out the door
To be ruled by things
That you don't understand
You're gonna suffer
Superstition ain't the way hey-ey, hey