Very super-stitious,
Writing's on the wall.
Very super-stitious,
Ladders bout' to fall.
Thirteen month old baby,
Broke the lookin' glass.
Seven years of bad luck,
The good things in your past.
When you be-lieve in things,
That you don't under-stand, then you suffer.
Superstition ain't the way.
Very super-stitious,
Wash your face and hands.
Rid me of the problem,
Do all that you can.
Keep me in a daydream,
Keep me goin' strong.
You don't wanna save me,
Sad is my song.
When you be-lieve in things,
That you don't under-stand, then you suffer.
Superstition ain't the way.
Very super-stitious,
Nothin' more to say.
Very super-stitious,
The Devil's on his way.
Thirteen month old baby,
Broke the lookin' glass,
Seven years of bad luck,
The good things in your past.
When you be-lieve in things,
That you don't under-stand, then you suffer.
Superstition ain't the way, no, no, no.
