(原詩)

Very superstitious,
Writing's on the wall
Very superstitious,
Ladder's about to fall
Thirteen-month-old baby
Broke the looking glass
Seven years of bad luck,
Good things in your past

When you believe in things
That you don't understand
Then you gonna suffer
Superstition ain't the way

Very superstitious,
Shoes on table top
Very superstitious,
We were all mixed up
Walking over broomsticks
Lying on the floor
Don't open your umbrella
Till you're out the door

To be ruled by things
That you don't understand
You're gonna suffer
Superstition ain't the way