Alex Comfort, Nina Simone Oh Daughter, dear Daughter, Take warning from me And don't you go marching With the N-A-A-C-P. For they'll rock you and roll you And shove you into bed. And if they steal your nuclear secret You'll wish you were dead. (Refrain:) 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, 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. (Refrain) 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. (Refrain) 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. (Refrain) 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 did not resist. (Refrain) 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 won't have to march Like his da-da and me.