Soon it will be the phase of the moon 
When people tune in. 
Every girl knows about the punctual blues, 
But who`s to know the power behind our moves? 

A day of coincidence with the radio, 
And a word that won`t go away. 
We know what they`re all going to say. 
"G" arrives--"Funny, had a feeling he was on his way!" 

We raise our hats to the strange phenomena. 
Soul-birds of a feather flock together. 
We raise our hats to the hand a-moulding us. 
Sure `nuff, he has the answer, 
He has the answer 
He has the answer, be-duh-be-duh-be-duh-be-duh... 
"Om mani padme, 
Om mani padme, 
Om mani padme hum."* 

You pick up a paper. You read a name. 
You go out. It turns up again and again. 
You bump into a friend you haven`t seen for a long time, 
Then into another you only thought about last night. 

You hear your sister calling for you, 
But you don`t know where from. 
You know there`s something wrong, 
But you don`t want to believe in a premonition. 

We raise our hats to the strange phenomena. 
Soul-birds of a feather flock together. 
We raise our hats to the hand a-moulding us. 
Sure `nuff, he has the answer, 
He has the answer 
He has the answer, be-duh-be-duh-be-duh-be-duh... 
"Om mani padme, 
Om mani padme, 
Om mani padme hum."* 

"Om mani padme hum. 
Om mani padme hum. 
Om mani padme hum. 
Om mani padme hum..."