Oh daughter, dear daughter Take warnin' from me And don't you go marchin' With the NAACPFor they'll rock you and roll you And shove you into bed And if they steal your nuclear secret She'll wish you were deadSingin' too roo la, too roo la, too roo li ayOh mother, dear mother No, I'm not afraid For I'll go on that march And I'll return a virgin maidWith a brick in my handbag And a smile on my face And barbed wire in my underwear To shed off disgraceSingin' too roo la, too roo la, too roo li ay Singin' too roo la, too roo la, too roo li ayOne day they were marching A young man came by With a beard on his chin And a gleam in his eyeAnd before she had time To remember her brickAnd before she had time To remember her brick They were holding a sit-down On a neighboring hay rigSingin' too roo la, too roo la, too roo li ay Singin' too roo la, too roo la, too roo li ayFor meeting is pleasure And parting is pain And if I have a great concert Maybe I won't have to sing those folk songs againOh mother, dear mother I'm stiff and I'm sore From sleeping three nights On a hard classroom floorSingin' too roo la, too roo la, too roo li ay Singin' too roo la, too roo la, too roo li ayOne day at the briefing She'd heard a man say Go perfectly limp And be carried awaySo when this young man suggested It was time she was kissed She remembered her brief And then did not resistSingin' too roo la, too roo la, too roo li ayOh mother, dear mother No need for distress For the young man has left me His name and addressAnd if we win Though a baby there be He won't have to march Like his da-da and me
Oh daughter, dear daughter Take warnin' from me And don't you go marchin' With the NAACPFor they'll rock you and roll you And shove you into bed And if they steal your nuclear secret She'll wish you were deadSingin' too roo la, too roo la, too roo li ayOh mother, dear mother No, I'm not afraid For I'll go on that march And I'll return a virgin maidWith a brick in my handbag And a smile on my face And barbed wire in my underwear To shed off disgraceSingin' too roo la, too roo la, too roo li ay Singin' too roo la, too roo la, too roo li ayOne day they were marching A young man came by With a beard on his chin And a gleam in his eyeAnd before she had time To remember her brickAnd before she had time To remember her brick They were holding a sit-down On a neighboring hay rigSingin' too roo la, too roo la, too roo li ay Singin' too roo la, too roo la, too roo li ayFor meeting is pleasure And parting is pain And if I have a great concert Maybe I won't have to sing those folk songs againOh mother, dear mother I'm stiff and I'm sore From sleeping three nights On a hard classroom floorSingin' too roo la, too roo la, too roo li ay Singin' too roo la, too roo la, too roo li ayOne day at the briefing She'd heard a man say Go perfectly limp And be carried awaySo when this young man suggested It was time she was kissed She remembered her brief And then did not resistSingin' too roo la, too roo la, too roo li ayOh mother, dear mother No need for distress For the young man has left me His name and addressAnd if we win Though a baby there be He won't have to march Like his da-da and me
