She’s a silly psychic, cross her palm.
She’s the psychic that keeps your mind calm.

The future is what you make it.
What she says will never fit.

She see’s in all your tomorrows
Pain, misery, and all those sorrows.

She’s a silly psychic, reading tea leaves.
She’s the silly psychic no one believes.

She stares into her crystal ball,
claims she can see it all.

To some people it’s an addiction
To hear her mystic prediction.

She’s a silly psychic, in a gypsy caravan.
She’s the silly psychic they tried to ban.

I won’t believe what she says,
I dream of tomorrows brighter days.

I read about it, they pay to hear it,
But I won’t believe her in a fit.

She’s a silly psychic, one of many.
She’s the silly psychic, give her a penny.