Oh daughter, dear daughter   Take warnin' from me   And don't you go marchin'   With the NAACP      For they'll rock you and roll you   And shove you into bed   And if they steal your nuclear secret   She'll wish you were dead      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      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 chin   And a gleam in his eye      And before she had time   To remember her brick      And before she had time   To remember her brick   They were holding a sit-down   On a neighboring 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 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      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   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 then did not resist      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   Though a baby there be   He won't have to march   Like his da-da and me