Shakespeare's Sister

Young bones groan

And the rocks below, say:

"Throw your skinny body down, son!"

But I am going to meet the one I love

So, please don't stand in my way

Because I'm going to meet the one I love

No, Mamma, let me go!

Young bones groan

And the rocks below, say:

"Throw your white body down!"

But I am going to meet the one I love

At last! At last! At last!

I am going to meet the one I love

La-de-da, la-de-da

No, Mamma, let me go!

I thought that if you had

An acoustic guitar

Then it meant that you were

A Protest Singer

Oh I can smile about it now

But at the time it was terrible

No, Mamma, let me go