Oh daughter, dear daughter

Take warnin' from me

And don't you go marchin'

With the NAACP For they'll rock you and roll you

And shove you into bed

And if they steal your nuclear secret

She'll wish you were dead Singin' too roo la, too roo la, too roo li ay Oh mother, dear mother

No, I'm not afraid

For I'll go on that march

And I'll return a virgin maid With a brick in my handbag

And a smile on my face

And barbed wire in my underwear

To shed off disgrace Singin' too roo la, too roo la, too roo li ay

Singin' too roo la, too roo la, too roo li ay One day they were marching

A young man came by

With a beard on his chin

And a gleam in his eye And before she had time

To remember her brick And before she had time

To remember her brick

They were holding a sit-down

On a neighboring hay rig Singin' too roo la, too roo la, too roo li ay

Singin' too roo la, too roo la, too roo li ay For meeting is pleasure

And parting is pain

And if I have a great concert

Maybe I won't have to sing those folk songs again Oh mother, dear mother

I'm stiff and I'm sore

From sleeping three nights

On a hard classroom floor Singin' too roo la, too roo la, too roo li ay

Singin' too roo la, too roo la, too roo li ay One day at the briefing

She'd heard a man say

Go perfectly limp

And be carried away So when this young man suggested

It was time she was kissed

She remembered her brief

And then did not resist Singin' too roo la, too roo la, too roo li ay Oh mother, dear mother

No need for distress

For the young man has left me

His name and address And if we win

Though a baby there be

He won't have to march

Like his da-da and me