Superstition - The Pop-Allstars, Tune Robbers

Very superstitious, writings on the wall

Very superstitious, 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 believe in things that you don’t understand

Then you suffer

Superstition ain’t the way

Very superstitious, wash your face and hands

Rid me of the problems, 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 believe in things that you don’t understand

Then you suffer

Superstition ain’t the way, yeh, yeh, yeh

Very superstitious, nothin' more to say

Very superstitious, the devil’s on his way

Thirteen month old baby, broke the lookin' glass

Seven years of bad luck, good things in your past

When you believe in things that you don’t understand

Then you suffer

Superstition ain’t the way, no, no, no