Jethro Tull Good Godmother song lyrics

With the briefest wave, in a fearful rush

I climb aboard the omnibus

So far, I failed to make the conductor laugh

But I'll join in with him if he does

Oh, dear Mother: what you doing there?

Don't remind me, get behind me, just sit in your silver chair

There are sandbags out along the Strand

They've all gone raving, to a man

Make no excuse for lazybones

No one to guard the old homeland

Oh, good Godmother: what you doing here?

Don't alarm me, nothing can harm me if I close my ears

The secretary, the sandwich girl

Have left to join the underworld

The files are empty, the lines are dead

The accountant's blood is in the red

Oh, my Godmother: what you doing here?

My case is locked and my luncheon box is as full as it appears

Oh, come on, Miss Hatchet, let me take you to a restaurant

Where the price is very cheap

And we'll dance all night at the club around the corner

'Til it's time to go to bed… sleep

The walls are shedding a lethal skin

Of TV-active social sins

It's a simple phase of growing pains

We're all just fast cars in slow lanes

Oh, good Godmother: here you come again

It's a pleasant night for sleeping tight with the book of family games.