The sun wouldn't shine And the corn wouldn't grow Little baby's sick In the house next door So much disaster And who's to blame So they called her out And they made her pay, made her pay Fingers pointed Accusations flew You k**ed my cow You k**ed my chickens, too Oh poor little girl What could you do? Nothin'! One two three four Will she hold her breath A few seconds more? Five six seven eight Will she sink to the bottom Or burn at the stake? Then they marched them through That dusty little town While the children hung On the backs of their gowns There must have been a hundred Or maybe two But I swear I never saw nothin' Of a witches brew, of a witch's brew Hey mister, when I look in your eyes All I see is fear of a woman who's wise If she's a witch You must be the devil in disguise One two three four Will she hold her breath A few seconds more? Five six seven eight Will she sink to the bottom Or burn at the stake? Will she sink to the bottom Or burn at the stake Bye, Bye Mother Bye, Bye Sweet Mary Sue You were taken From our little home Now at the bottom of the river's Where we'll find your bones Oh, God, what have we done A town of motherless children Meanwhile. . Their torches still burn One two three four Will she hold her breath A few seconds more? Five six seven eight Will she sink to the bottom Or burn at the stake? One two three four Will she hold her breath A few seconds more? Five six seven eight Will she sink to the bottom Or burn at the stake? Will she sink to the bottom Or burn at the stake?