Shakespeare's Sister

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 !
No …
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 No …