� Very superstitious Writings on the wall Very superstitious Letters box and phone Thirteen month old baby Broke the broken glass Seven years of bad luck With the names in your bags When you believe in things That you don't understand And you suffer Superstition ain't the way Yeah Very superstitious Wash your face and hands Let me go to the problem Do all that you can Keep me in daydream Keep me going and gone You don't want love save me Sad is my song When you believe in things That you don't understand And you suffer Superstition ain't the way Yeah � Very superstitious Nothing more to say Very superstitious The devil's on his way Thirteen month old baby Broke the broken glass Seven years of bad luck With the names in your bags When you believe in things That you don't understand And you suffer Superstition ain't the way No, no, no! � �