Those fingers in my hair
That sly come-hither stare
That strips my conscience bare
It's witchcraft
And I've got no defense for it
The heat is too intense for it
What good would common sense for it do?
'cause it's witchcraft, wicked witchcraft
And although I know it's strictly taboo
When you arouse the need in me
My heart says "Yes, indeed" in me
"Proceed with what you're leadin' me to"
It's such an ancient pitch
But one I wouldn't switch
'cause there's no nicer witch than you
[instrumental]
'cause it's witchcraft, that crazy witchcraft
And although I know it's strictly taboo
When you arouse the need in me
My heart says "Yes, indeed" in me
"Proceed with what you're leadin' me to"
It's such an ancient pitch
But one I'd never switch
'cause there's no nicer witch than you.'
Off camera: Silva screams, "FRAAAANNNKIIEE!" and faints.
Spock: Illogical to scream over a crooner.
Kirk: Yea... Damn crooners, for the bobby soxers.
A little known Klingon Auction for Kirk's stolen hairpieces
Klingon Commander: Now do I hear the first bid for Captain Kirk's mullet toupee...
<Doohan off camera> 1 cent!
<Kelley off camera> A nickle!
<Uhura off camera> Two bits, for my mullet shots for playboy!
<Sulu off camera> A dollar for my boyfriend in the bedroom!
Barkeep: Do you mind... Get shatner's stinky rugs off my counter!
