Lyrics

Shoved her children in the oven while she
focused on her career
Chucked the cauldron for fermenters
started brewing her own beer
Laced the prince's pint with poison
cause she doesn't need a man
Hawked her heels for pads and quads
And changed her name to Culture Jam

Baba Yaga lives alone
She never sleeps at home
She's such a lively crone

Baba Yaga shatters glass
At dinner pays her half
Subtracts the gender pay gap

She's a witch
She's an activist
She's a witch
She's a what, she's a what
She's a what, she's a what

Early to the farmers' market in her
chicken-leg hut
Genderqueer coven that meets on Tuesdays to discuss the
Ethical Slut
Three cats named after feminist blogs,
and a snake in a fez she calls the Doctor...

wut.

End of the night
Slappin' high fives
And I'm not standing in the way
End of the night
Slappin' high fives
And I'm not standing in the way

Baba Yaga lives alone
She never sleeps at home
She's such a lively crone

Baba Yaga shatters glass
At dinner pays her half
Subtracts the gender pay gap

She's a witch
She's an activist
She's a witch
She's a what, she's a what
She's a what, she's a what

She's a witch
She's an activist
She's a witch
She's a what