= from studio album "Magick Brother" - 1969

- Lyrics:

Five and twenty schoolgirls lost in the fog,
Nobody can find them, even with a dog.
Everybody wants to put them in the bag,
But little did they know that they’re hiding in a log.

They got a big brass clock going tick-tick-tock,
And they’re just waiting, waiting.
And they’re just waiting, waiting,
Waiting, waiting, wa-wa-waiting.

Five and twenty fathers of industry and war,
They get their canes and Bibles hung up behind the door.
You know they do not know themselves but they will never rest,
But by and Jove, well it’s for sure they know for them what’s best.

They got a big black bomb, it goes boom,
And they’re just waiting, waiting.
And they’re just waiting, waiting,
Waiting, waiting, wa-wa-waiting.

Mother’s in a coma
From drinking too much soma,
You could try to telephone her
All alone or let her go by astral plane.

Five and twenty spacemen landed on the moon,
And now that they have got there they don’t know what to do.
And so they think they own the place, they haven’t got a clue,
’Cause little do they know that it belongs to me and you.

We got a great big pipe we can smoke all night,
And we’re just waiting, waiting.
And we’re just waiting, waiting,
Waiting, waiting, waiting. Yeah.

Mother’s in a coma
From drinking too much soma,
You could try to telephone her
All alone or let us go by astral plane.

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