Granny Hillbane

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Granny please help me I think I’m cursed, everything I do turns out for the worst
Look in your magic fire of truth; how do I break this spell? Tell me what to do!
She threw herbs on the hearth peered deep in the flames and said
Whom-by-ya wicki-wicka, whom-by-yo, ucka-chucka-chucka, bobba-doo

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! you ain’t cursed, young man!
Not a darn sight more than me
You’re just poor with no opportunities
And there’s no spell that can remedy that, not even
Whom-by-ya wicki-wicka, whom-by-yo, ucka-chucka-chucka, bobba-doo

There must be something you can do, I don’t want my son to have my life
I can’t fix being poor, and I hate to be terse
But it’d be much easier to give you a curse
'Cause you know things can always be worse
Whom-by-ya wicki-wicka, whom-by-yo, ucka-chucka-chucka, bobba-doo
Whom-by-ya wicki-wicka, whom-by-yo, ucka-chucka-chucka, bobba-doo

What you need is get out of town
Go to a new city, get a new wife
But I’ve got no money and no place to go, at least here I can lead a simple life

And why would I want you to give me a curse?
If you wanted to be poor, the curse could reverse
What you want and what you get would switch
You wouldn’t be happy you’d be sad and rich
Which is one might better than sad and poor, I said
Whom-by-ya wicki-wicka, whom-by-yo, ucka-chucka-chucka, bobba-doo
Whom-by-ya wicki-wicka, whom-by-yo, ucka-chucka-chucka, bobba-doo

And why would I want to be poor? That don’t make one lick of sense
But thanks for trying all the same, there’s got to be a better answer than this
I’m going home now but I’ll be back when I need some
Whom-by-ya wicki-wicka, whom-by-yo, ucka-chucka-chucka, bobba-doo
Whom-by-ya wicki-wicka, whom-by-yo, ucka-chucka-chucka, bobba-doo