Young bones groan And the rocks below say Throw your skinny body down, son! But I'm 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'm going to meet the one I love At last! At last! At last! I'm 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