Fundamental Element lyrics
Soundtrack: Bedknobs and Broomsticks
Oh, I have always had a bit of a knack for witchcraft
Common spells and simple charms came naturally
so, when the war began, I conjured up a plan
To perfect my talent to its nth degree
And do my bit in the national emergency.
I enrolled in the Hocus Pocus Correspondence College of Witchcraft,
(in itself no small achievement.)
And I slaved at every lesson as it came
I really hoped by now
Id filled my witchs vow and be a witch thats worthy of the name.
But my secrets out and Ive only myself to blame.
I can rant as a witch and enchant as a witch
I can rave and in most ways behave as a witch
But Alas! What I lack to be great
is the fundamental element hate!
(I cant be mean, Im much too kind.)
I can croak (he, he) as a witch, manage smoke as a witch,
Minor magic is mine to evoke as a witch
But Alas! What I lack to be great
is the fundamental element hate!
If I could only hate you, Id turn you into frogs,
Without a single smidgeon of remorse, Id just forget you!
But every evil spell I cast, lacks what it takes to make it last
For hate was never covered in the course
They assumed one has it
(Else why go through all the expense and bother of enrolling)
Second rate as a witch is my fate as a witch
For the primary character trait of a witch
is alas! What I lack to be great is the fundamental element
When I think of all the newt eyes that Ive pickled
Quarts and quarts of withes bane Ive had to brew
all the sulfur that Ive burned,
poxes, hexes that Ive learned
and now its all in vain because of you
I responded to a touch of human kindness
A transgression which a witch must never make.
Youve discovered here tonight,
What I strove to keep from sight
So witch-wise, there is just one path to take
I must destroy you I must, I must, I must!
For Englands sake!
Back to the Bedknobs and Broomsticks SoundtrackCommon spells and simple charms came naturally
so, when the war began, I conjured up a plan
To perfect my talent to its nth degree
And do my bit in the national emergency.
I enrolled in the Hocus Pocus Correspondence College of Witchcraft,
(in itself no small achievement.)
And I slaved at every lesson as it came
I really hoped by now
Id filled my witchs vow and be a witch thats worthy of the name.
But my secrets out and Ive only myself to blame.
I can rant as a witch and enchant as a witch
I can rave and in most ways behave as a witch
But Alas! What I lack to be great
is the fundamental element hate!
(I cant be mean, Im much too kind.)
I can croak (he, he) as a witch, manage smoke as a witch,
Minor magic is mine to evoke as a witch
But Alas! What I lack to be great
is the fundamental element hate!
If I could only hate you, Id turn you into frogs,
Without a single smidgeon of remorse, Id just forget you!
But every evil spell I cast, lacks what it takes to make it last
For hate was never covered in the course
They assumed one has it
(Else why go through all the expense and bother of enrolling)
Second rate as a witch is my fate as a witch
For the primary character trait of a witch
is alas! What I lack to be great is the fundamental element
When I think of all the newt eyes that Ive pickled
Quarts and quarts of withes bane Ive had to brew
all the sulfur that Ive burned,
poxes, hexes that Ive learned
and now its all in vain because of you
I responded to a touch of human kindness
A transgression which a witch must never make.
Youve discovered here tonight,
What I strove to keep from sight
So witch-wise, there is just one path to take
I must destroy you I must, I must, I must!
For Englands sake!