Shakespeare`s Sister

Young bones groan And the rocks below say : Throw your skinny body down, son ! But Im going to meet the one I love So please dont stand in my way Because Im 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 Im going to meet the one I love At last ! at last ! at last ! Im 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 ...