Lyrics: Jim Roberts

Music: Andy Kulberg

(c) 1970



Deep in the darkest hour of a very heavy week,

Three Earthmen did confront me, and I could hardly speak.

They met me in a hurry, they left me tired and sore,

And when I'm fit for wishing, I hope they'll come no more.

When I'm wishing, I hope they'll come no more.



Standing by the exit, with one eye on the door,

I listened to them argue. I asked them "Why? What for?"

They showed me 19 terrors, and each one struck my soul,

They threw me 13 questions, each one an endless hole.

Thirteen questions, each an endless hole.



Did you see the moon last night,

Hung like a Chinese ball?

You should have seen the moon last night

At the party of us all.



Deep in the darkest hour of a very heavy week,

Three Earthmen did confront me, and I could hardly speak.

They showed me 19 terrors, and each one struck my soul,

They threw me 13 questions, each one an endless hole.

Thirteen questions, each an endless hole