Oh daughter, dear daughter Take warning from me And dont you go marching With the N-A-A-C-P For theyll rock you and roll you And shove you into bed And if they steal your nuclear secret Youll wish you were dead Singin too roo la, too roo la, too roo li ay Singin too roo la, too roo la, too roo li ay Oh mother, dear mother No, Im not afraid For Ill go on that march And Ill 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 cheek And a gleam in his eye And before she had time To remember her brick... They were holding a sit-down On a nearby 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 wont have to sing those folk songs again Oh mother, dear mother Im stiff and Im 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 Shed 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 did not resist Singin too roo la, too roo la, too roo li ay 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 Tho a baby there be He wont have to march Like his da-da and me