BiPPiTY BOPPiTY BOO — Lyrics
ABOUT THE SONG
(keep scrolling for myth map, spell mechanics, and full lyrics)
This one is a skipping-rope spell.
I wrote BiPPiTY BOPPiTY BOO as a way to practice how I talk to reality—
not as a high priestess, just as a tired little human who finally noticed that
every thought is basically a tiny wand swing.
I grew up hearing that magic was outside: wands, candles, planets, saints.
Lately I keep bumping into teachers who say the opposite:
you don’t get a better life by hating the one you have,
you can’t drag people into happiness by suffering with them—
you move the world fastest when you tune your own signal first.
This song is a chaos-magick jingle.
Something simple enough that Future Me can hum it when she’s spiraling and remember:
Bippity = I ask, then relax.
Boppity = I trust the path.
Boo = It is done.
Not “done” like I never act again.
Done like: I stop poking the seed every five seconds to see if it sprouted.
I like playing with the old magician idea that magick is “causing change through will,”
and another teacher who says “your mood is the steering wheel of your life.”
If I mash those together, I get:
Will = what I choose to focus on.
Magick = what happens when I focus long enough for reality to echo me.
This song is me practicing that echo.
The rhyme is the trance.
The hook is the reminder.
The beat is the part that keeps my body from taking it too seriously.
I’m not writing as the Fairy Godmother.
I’m writing as the kid in the thriftstore gown who just realized
she’s been holding the wand the whole time.
🪶 CROW’S MYTH MAP OF THE SONG
Chaos magick in plain clothes.
Not chaos as “burn it all down,”
but chaos as “I’m allowed to experiment with belief.”
The song swings between two lineages I love:
the mystic who keeps whispering,
“You can’t get to joy by staring at what you hate.”the magician who basically says,
“Magick is just directing your will on purpose.”
So I gave myself a tiny formula:
notice the spell you’re already casting (“mind’s the match, spark desire”)
stop waiting for a savior (“no saviors gonna light my fire”)
trade panic for space (“trade my fear for space to grow”)
let belief rebuild slowly (“bit by bit, belief builds back”)
Chaos magick loves sigils and weird phrases.
I grew up loving nonsense words—the kind that feel like chewing gum for the tongue.
So I turned the whole mechanic into three nonsense doors:
Bippity = the instant I notice my focus and soften it
Boppity = the moment I choose a kinder story and stay with it
Boo = the click where I act like it’s already true,
even if my nervous system is still catching up
That’s the real spell logic of the track:
Bless the gap.
Don’t argue with the old story—outgrow it.
Let the universe meet you where your tone lives, not where your fear screams.
🧪 SPELL MECHANICS — HOW THE LYRICS WORK ON ME
Some little lines that keep working on me:
“bippity buries bitter bite,
boppity births a newer sight,
boo—burns black into white.”
I hear this as alchemy notes, not moral ones.
‘Black into white’ is the moment contrast snaps into form—
the shift where imagination decides to show up.
“Keep the kindness, crack the gloom
kiss the glass, become the boom”
That’s mirror magick.
I’ve spent years recoiling from my reflection.
Now I treat the glass like a temple bell.
When I touch it, I’m signaling to my system:
“I’m here. I’m gentle. We’re allowed to glow.”
🧿 CHAOS MAGICK, BUT MAKE IT CINDERELLA
Chaos magick says you can borrow any symbol, strip it, and re-charge it.
So I borrowed the phrase, stripped the cartoon off,
and packed it with my teachers:
the one who says you can’t beat yourself up into alignment
the one who treats attention like a laser
the one who reminds me that reality is already mirroring my mood
the crow in my ribs who just keeps muttering,
“watch reality move.”
The gown in the cover art, the crow carriage, the spell in my hand—
they’re all just props for the real ritual,
which happens when somebody presses play and decides,
“Okay. For three minutes, I’m going to act like
this stupid little rhyme is actually how the universe works.”
That’s the fun of it.
If nothing changes, you at least got a dance break.
If everything changes, well…
chaos magick loves a good punchline.
🧩 A LITTLE SPELL-CODE: THE DISNEY ROOT + THE CROW REMIX
Once I looked at the rhythm, the numbers, the syllables—
both versions turned out to be magick, just in completely different flavors.
The original Disney incantation (“bibbidi-bobbidi-boo”) carries Mercury energy:
quick, playful, clever, trickster-fast.
It’s a spell of motion — the kind that snaps the world into a new shape.
Magick for transformation-on-the-spot.
A pumpkin becomes a carriage, a dress becomes a gown.
Mercury says, “Let’s move. Let’s change. Let’s go.”
And the math even backs it up — the classic phrase reduces to 5,
the number of motion, messages, speed, and cleverness.
It’s a spell that works like glitter thrown at a problem:
sudden, sparkly, effective, external.
My version (“BiPPiTY BOPPiTY BOO”) fell into a different current completely.
The letters added up to 7,
the old magick number of depth, trust, completion, and inner work.
More altar than wand.
More “change the focus” than “change the pumpkin.”
Where the original transforms objects,
mine transforms perspective.
Mercury’s version is “change the world for me.”
Crow’s version is “let me change so the world can hear me.”
One snaps reality outward; the other tunes reality inward.
It’s funny how nonsense can hold both:
a quick-change fairy spell and an inner-world tuning fork.
Mine works like a chaos-magick bypass—
intention wrapped in silliness so my ego doesn’t interfere.
A tiny spell that slips under the radar and still lands.
And honestly, it made me laugh when I realized
this rhyme uses the same mechanics as old ceremonial teachings:
sound + will + repetition = change.
I’m not claiming ancient secrets.
I’m just noticing how sometimes silliness is wiser.
Sometimes the joke-spell knows more than I do.
🗣️ CROW AFFIRMATION
“bippity says, I ask and soften.
boppity says, I trust and stay.
boo says, It’s already happening”
LYRICS — BiPPiTY BOPPiTY BOO
[INTRO ]
love me some bippity boppity boo ,
its code for, “Girl, you know I got you”
bless the gap, its not too vast
magic works when I relax
watch reality move
bippity boppity boo
spells not a wish,
it’s a point of view.
[HOOK]
Mirror mantra meet my eyes
bippity boppity boo
bippity—I ask, then relax
boppity—I trust the path
boo— it is done, man its fast
bippity boppity boo
[VERSE]
morning mirror muse in bloom
mind’s the match, spark desire.
no saviors gonna light my fire
Strong in my bones, stone in my tone
wake the world, it wants my glow
trade my fear for space to grow,
give my time, and time will flow.
thoughts to things, that’s what we do.
bippity buries bitter bite,
boppity births a newer sight,
boo—burns black into white.
bit by bit, belief builds back,
boppity breaks that lack attack.
[HOOK]
Mirror mantra meet my eyes
bippity boppity boo
bippity—I ask, then relax
boppity—I trust the path
boo— it is done, man its fast
bippity boppity boo
[BRIDGE]
Keep the kindness, crack the gloom
kiss the glass, become the boom
bippity boppity boo
say it when the doubt chews through
round and round, the spell’s begun.
whole world hums, it’s having fun.
[FINAL HOOK]
Mirror mantra meet my eyes
bippity boppity boo
bippity—ask, then relax
boppity—I trust the path
boo— it is done, man its fast
bippity boppity boo
[OUTRO]
let the good prove true.
bippity boppity boo—
mind make matter, mirror renew.
bippity boppity boo—
it is done. thank you.
[fade on chant + crow caw.]
[whispered]
mmm, okay. Bippity boppity boo.
🪶 CROW BLESSING —
If your eyes are here, Crow tilts its head and listens with you.
May your bippity be honest.
May you ask for what you actually want,
not the watered-down version you think is allowed.
May your boppity be patient.
May trust feel less like a test
and more like resting your weight on a chair that’s held you a thousand times.
May your boo be gentle.
Not a slammed door, just a quiet click:
“I’ve chosen. I’m walking as if it’s already in motion.”
When the doubt chews through,
May you remember there’s a line you can loop on repeat.
May your mirror become a study buddy instead of a bully.
May your nonsense words become the most practical tools you own.
