She's got 13 ingredients in each of her potions, She's got the wicked maté tea. She has a whale-bone corset, And a Martin D-18, And one day she's gonna have me.

So I practice and practice, I chew on some cactus, And give my magic wand a twitch, I leave my abode, I roll down the road, To go wrestle a live nude witch.

Little Circe is one beast of a wrestle, She'll rattle everything in ya. You're body she breakin', Maybe your soul even takin' But it's worth it just to feel her agin'ya.

So I hoot like an owl, give her a growl, Looks like I done found me a niche. I left my abode, I rolled down the road, now I'm wrestling that live nude witch.

Mornings with the wolves, afternoons with the Tigers, And in the evenings she plays with the Bears. All day her curves have been playing on my nerves, Man, I love hearing her come up the stairs.

She hoots like an owl, gives me a growl, Man, she's got one wicked itch. I've sold my abode, now I'm flying down the road On the broomstick of this live nude witch.