VERSE
Hell ain`t got no fury
That can match your kind of scorn
You`ve got a lot of people
Sorta sorry you were born
VERSE
The way you treated Jim . . . yeah
Was more than I could understand
He took it sittin` down . . . yeah
You took it way on out of hand
CHORUS #1
You`re makin` lots of bad news
(You`re) spreadin` `round them witch blues
VERSE
When you come walkin` in . . . yeah
I look for some good place to hide
And if I find there ain`t one
I do my best to get outside
VERSE
The first time that I met you
You seemed like first-rate company
Don`t that only go to show now
How wrong a guy can sometimes be?
CHORUS #2
You`re makin` lots of bad news
Spreadin` `round them witch blues
You`re makin` lots of bad news
Yes, you`re givin` people witch blues
(INSTRUMENTAL BREAK)
VERSE
You do not ride a broom, no
And you don`t wear a pointed hat
But you can turn men into mice . . . yeah
You know a lot of tricks like that
VERSE
And then I`ve seen you shatter women
Just like plate glass window panes
No, I don`t know where you came from
But I would bet it`s mighty strange
(REPEAT CHORUS #2)