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Oh daughter, dear daughter |
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Take warnin' from me |
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And don't you go marchin' |
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With the NAACPFor 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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She'll wish you were deadSingin' too roo la, too roo la, too roo li ayOh 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 maidWith 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 disgraceSingin' too roo la, too roo la, too roo li ay |
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Singin' too roo la, too roo la, too roo li ayOne day they were marching |
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A young man came by |
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With a beard on his chin |
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And a gleam in his eyeAnd before she had time |
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To remember her brickAnd 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 neighboring hay rigSingin' too roo la, too roo la, too roo li ay |
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Singin' too roo la, too roo la, too roo li ayFor 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 againOh 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 floorSingin' too roo la, too roo la, too roo li ay |
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Singin' too roo la, too roo la, too roo li ayOne 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 awaySo 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 then did not resistSingin' too roo la, too roo la, too roo li ayOh 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 addressAnd if we win |
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Though a baby there be |
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He won't have to march |
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Like his da-da and me |
