Dunbar-Gangwer-Phillips
Sitting on your bed upstairs in your room
The light's out just about to make my move
A voice from downstairs says it's time to go
How come mothers always know, they always know
Nine o'clock sharp I'm there to pick you up
Tonight's the night and oh it's all set up
In by eleven or you don't go
How come mothers always know, they always know
You know I think it must be extrasensory
Just to look in her eyes, it's easy to see your mother's wise