Castleford Ladies Magic Circle

The castle for the ladies magical circle meets tonight In an upstairs as speed district room that's lit by candlelight Where Elizabeth Jones and Lily O'Grady and three or four more My late is practice every weak, unspeakable pagan right Dressed in their Sunday coats and their flowerpot hats Respectable middle-aged ladies running too fat

But, at that, there's Elizabeth, Jones and Lily, oh, Grady, and three or four more. My red ladies, each with a Woolworth's broomstick and a tubby cat. But, they don't waste time with a Ouija board, or a sales, now and again.

No, none of your wittering, twittering, petty bolster, guys, for them. No, Elizabeth, Jones and Lily, oh, Grady, and three or four more. My red ladies prefer to be tickled by the whiskery chins of Bogeyman.

Their husbands potter at snook around the globe Unaware of the devilish jiggery poke and rubber duck duck While Elizabeth Jones and Lily O'Grady and Rhea Formo My red ladies are frantically dancing naked for bealsy ball And after the witch's picnic and the devil's grogger After their savage pantings they're hysterical Deep frog, well Elizabeth Jones and Lily O'Grady and Rhea Formo

My relays go back home for Coco and the Ape-Loh Be careful how you go of a Saturday night A little old lady passing by It very well might be Elizabeth Jones or Lily or Grady or one of those Sotanical ladies eyes are wild and bright Their cheekbones all alight Don't go well then fight

Because the castle for the ladies magical circle Beats tonight