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, wa-wa-waiting

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