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Alex comfort, nina simone |
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Oh daughter, dear daughter, |
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Take warning from me |
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And don't you go marching |
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With the n-a-a-c-p. |
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For they'll rock you and roll you |
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And shove you into bed. |
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And if they steal your nuclear secret |
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You'll wish you were dead. |
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(refrain:) |
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Singin too roo la, too roo la, too roo li ay. |
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Singin too roo la, too roo la, too roo li ay. |
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Oh mother, dear mother, |
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No, i'm not afraid. |
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For i'll go on that march |
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And i'll return a virgin maid. |
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With a brick in my handbag |
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And a smile on my face |
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And barbed wire in my underwear |
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To shed off disgrace. |
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(refrain) |
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One day they were marching. |
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A young man came by |
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With a beard on his cheek |
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And a gleam in his eye. |
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And before she had time |
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To remember her brick... |
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They were holding a sit-down |
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On a nearby hay rig. |
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(refrain) |
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For meeting is pleasure |
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And parting is pain. |
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And if i have a great concert |
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Maybe i won't have to sing those folk songs again. |
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Oh mother, dear mother |
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I'm stiff and i'm sore |
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From sleeping three nights |
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On a hard classroom floor. |
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(refrain) |
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One day at the briefing |
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She'd heard a man say, |
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"go perfectly limp, |
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And be carried away." |
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So when this young man suggested |
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It was time she was kissed, |
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She remembered her brief |
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And did not resist. |
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(refrain) |
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Oh mother, dear mother, |
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No need for distress, |
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For the young man has left me |
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His name and address. |
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And if we win |
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Tho' a baby there be, |
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He won't have to march |
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Like his da-da and me. |
